Amy MacLennan   © 2011 All Rights Reserved

Field Song


Each night, something new gets burned.

The sound of a scythe’s crescent swipe
falling across wet corn stalks whispers
from the field you will never leave this place.

Even the flames know this country,
the furious language of fire, as a child
snaps stubble and feeds it to the blaze,
listening for the train that won’t stop here.

 

 

John Stanford Owen
Copyright © 2011  

John Stanford Owen is a poet and essayist whose work has appeared in Valparaiso Poetry Review, the Yalobusha Review, and elsewhere. He teaches creative writing and composition at Southern Illinois University.


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