L'aura del Campo

July, 1935 [121]

July, 1935

His cousin drove up
in his Pierce Arrow.
while his other cousin,
a slim vaquero,
guided the bull.
The possibility,
now probability,
was that something would go awry.
He knew shit flew between those two,
so he went to join his doe-eyed bride,
inside. As he always said:
He preferred his shoofly pie
without the flies.

When all was reduced,
to clarify,
like a side dish
of butter-and-brains,
all that remained
now fit in a barrow
full of manure, bone meal and marrow
fit to compost
for next year's garden
out past the outhouse,
near the pasture,
next to the shiny Pierce Arrow
resplendent over their graves.

© Kåre Enga [177.121] (6.july.2020)

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Prompts:

- Arrow
- Clarify
- Possibility

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