Pairie Cricket (poem)

Tracks lie, a ladder to the horizon-slit sky,
climbed by yellow grass; through swirls of dust-breeze
an iron cricket pumps its steaming legs.
Men in its belly heave black lump after lump
into a burning stomach that paints their skin
yellow, black, and red.

Pixabay, ThomasWolter

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