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The farmer and his daughter morph
become one with the pitchfork, then pour
into a puddle of black ants.
To their right, a clock-eyed chicken
dangles from a line of twine,
an egg-hatched man half-stands on the left side.
And in the rear, a great gray cock
atop the farmer's white house
sodomizes circles in the sky.
Poem copyright © K.R.
Copeland 2002. All rights reserved.
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