I noticed it after impact,
convulsions and some blood.
She said we weren't made to die.
I turned off the trimmer,
knelt to the jerking creature
with my harvest knife.
In the New world, nobody will ever die.
The movement did not stop
for several moments.
I buried the body; re-started the machine.
In the New World,
we will all be tending vineyards.
very powerful in its simplicity as Graham says. To me I can envisage a sort of frontier mind , in the almost casual inevitability of it.
This is a whole philosophy of life in a few lines, perhaps as the major undercurrent of a beloved religion. Very telling and influential.
Aren't you the gentleman from the western U.S., the chap who has a new farm? I'm going to check.
And, yes, you are.
Alex the simplicity of this is endearing and the matter of fact albeit caring way you have dealt with death, quickly adds to its authenticity. One suggestion, vineyards.
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Laura Taylor
Wed 27th Jan 2016 12:35
I missed this somehow at the time, maybe I didn't have time to comment or something, but agree with Cynthia's comment. Tons going on in here. You have a real skill for this lark don't you?