guns n' fertilizer

the streets are full

the streets are empty

there’s oil on the blacktop

puddles of piss and

plastic wine

where an old combustion engine

runs too hot

on county roads in late July

and cottonwood falls

where a bluebird sings

to cows lined up to die

now is the time

no now is the time

oh shit

and there it was

so it goes

and so it went