I took my boy to the battlefield
and we paused in the locust grass
to read a warning sign, 'Beware
of rattlesnakes. Stay on the path! '
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'No, you've got this part all wrong, '
Says Gise, swatting a poem about birds
With the back of one hand.
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On Sunday when the family was camping
Three miles up the Colorado from town,
The little boy wandered too close to the water.
His sister screamed as he was carried away
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There are no fields
Between the plane
And the ground below.
The farmlands look like
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Yanked off the porch, I follow the pack
to the high fields,
leaping over fallen trees,
splashing through ditches,
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The walls I made them run toward
Were the ones they themselves built
To keep me out and my mixed kind.
I swear I could watch these
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We sleep in armor again tonight,
Like tipped over beetles.
We roll, we roll,
And the roaches rattle through our limbs
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God make me an idiot
Oblivious to sense.
I don't want to care
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God save me from salesmen
and preachers in denim.
From long conversations
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To the extent that it is educational to suffer,
And there lessons you wanted to teach.
Lord we get it.
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