Walking in the field of tall timothy
I hold on to your hand
Your sudden wrench away throws me off balance
I watch as you pull a sharpened kama from the sheath
Hanging from your waist and begin to lay waste
To a stand of noxious hemlock
Like an avenging angel your evangelica fervor
Glows with the opaque serenity of your certain
Faith that you are killing the plant that killed
Socrates
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Nice constrast between the title, which implies a restful “nature” poem and a short hard-hitting and dramatic narrative.
I enjoyed the clarity of the action. I guessed a kama was like a sickle, and after looking it up, I appreciate its use.
I always like your poetry, Jim. This is exceptional…
Love it that there will be a whole month of Lally poems, such a treat.
nice to hear your voice again
Happy to read your words again.
Always a surprise word to enchant the reader