Tractor Pond
The tractors come here to drink.
Crouched beside this empty pond
They wait here battered,
listing,
out of line.
They wait here and wait here a long, long time.
But tractors do not measure time like you do.
They are mechanical unnatural machine creatures
(and none too bright, by the by)
If across the aions until the giganum chimes
all things are revealed alive.
Then they will have their drink and then they will dance and then they will mate.
We are the tractors.
Beside this dried up pond we wait.
Written by Victor Jose Magri
Posted on 03-24-13
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