Never From Yesterday
David Sondak
[kredgequalak@yahoo.com]
Between two lakes
I saw a field of retired mechanical serfs.
Deteriorating and crimson,
spilling the color of rust oxidized flesh.
They littered the green field
(like fallen soldiers).
Never from yesterday will they
plow, mow, drive, or sow.
© 1999 David Sondak, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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