A Hundred Gourds 5:1 December 2015

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LeRoy Gorman – Canada


For miles their obsidian backs mark the prairie. They migrate in columns beneath the blue summer sky past fields of canola and over ranchland. Often they run alongside main roads: they like people. In eastern Montana, three lie disemboweled beside US 2 where their foul smelling insides have seeped into the earth. There are no white crosses erected to their memory, nor will there be. There are not enough trees for wood to make crosses for all who have died and those yet to die.

birds sing
until dark

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