Thursday, November 09, 2006
the sugarcane harvester 2001
By Adam Gibson ©
there's sugarcane fields
which i remember
from my travels in
the early years of
the 21st century,
my station wagon
roughly-parked
amid the cane furrows
and me hitching a ride
in the cabin of a harvester,
doing several laps of a brown field
the decimating blades
frightening with speed and
blinding flashes and
the terrible
whoompf-whoompf
whoompf-whoompf
of the cane stalks
being smashed into
20cm
billets and flung
warp-speed into the
container and
the trash shredded
and smashed into the
trash basket's grill.
when i jumped down off the machine
and said thank you to the driver,
i stood at eye level
to those blades
and i knew exactly
what they could do to me.
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I'm not sure exactly what the meaning of this poem is but gee it is nice and sinister! Well done
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