"There are lots of things we have to go and find out.
We have to go and find out, what red, what wheel
and barrow are, at some level." -- Paul Muldoon
perhaps this is why
so much depends
upon
the glazed-over rimed
blue
eyes of the stricken
farmer in the muck
beside the dazed
white chickens,
the frozen up-
ended
wheel of the red
barrow, the fouled
furrows of the mind gone
plowing somewhere off
in the lowermost reaches
of ground zero.
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