Drought Options

[JaxMyth]

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We sink the corner posts first, as each defines a neighbour.
It is here where the bottom six inches are the most important.
It is here where the strength is muscled into the fence.

The heart of a fence lies in its foot.
I tamp until the bar sings of possession,
the bar bounces and writhes.

We snug the stays and tighten the wire,
each barbed note is tensioned into voice
the division sings a warning.


II

The fence cannot hold back the drought.
The sky aches blue and the sun eats green;
the earth coughs dust as rich as blood.

My bones hunker down beside the rock.
Eagles hang; wings wound into the wire,
heads nailed down by the sun.

Ribs rack a heaving fleece.
I watch my image fade
from the eye of a lamb.

[Guest_Don_*]

Hi JaxMyth,

You certainly depict lyric images such as, "the earth coughs dust as rich as blood."

I wondered about the material of the post, but assume it is metal, like the barbed wire.

Enjoyed the futility of proper fence strength projection against weather, such as drought.

Thanks for sharing this excellent composition.

Don