Consider the Living
The jets sounded pilotless this morning
as we buried one of the breeding stock.
We'd like to rise up like privateers against
the scurrilous machinations of the airport
ferrying its privilege. But we're not at war
with the world. We have papers.
This city lot contains all our authority,
we've seen it through from seed to deed.
The chickens scratch over the mound for
fresh worms. The bank won't come today,
we got a continuance.
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Author's Note
Previously published in cur.ren.cy, which I just found out, sadly, has closed. Luckily an archive still exists of all the fine work online at http://www.currencylit.com/
Other stories by Sara Fitzpatrick Comito
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great poem.
says a lot that is profound,
and in a small place.
so well done. enjoyed it.
especially the way you put:
ferrying its privilege.
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I agree with Brian - it's a very original piece that hits the reader with after-thoughts.
Love it, Sara. The truth told slant is great.*
Strong poem. Love the close. "We have papers" is great.
Thank you! I'm thrilled you all enjoyed it.
Love the contrast of the airport and the farm in debt. Fave*
Gloria, thank you!