Incident at the Farm North of Las Cruces

Now the killer sees the snake;
Boards are kicked aside.
Now the snake stares through the sun.
Birds chirp from the corn

When the rats burn through the brush,
When the dog barks past the moon,
When the wasp stings to the bone,
Death will find a home.

Hiding now,
Rising low.
Hear the heartbeat
From the dirt?

Watch the fear,
Numb the mind.
Hear the moaning
From the cave?

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poem by Ted Davis
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