Plow by Timothy McLafferty

it was steel sharp as hell and easy to clean and I kept it that way sharp                          and clean and me and elvin went out in

that field him pulling and me pushing and we cut into that black earth                         deep relentless we furrowed it but good

and into the fosse not the bloody bever but the seeds of food and flower

backs broke and earth opened black to green to brown to ash and back                          we love it.