God must rather bushhog than disc
cause always when I’m bushhogging
there comes a point of trinity
where the tractor swings a wide
triad of cones to cut
to a final swath of Bahia.
And discing is row after row
like the Pharisees and Sadducees
so carefully cut beyond thinking
rolling a skin of Earth before
sin and the erosion thereof.
Like rain would be dew
in Eden but
there’s either too much or not enough.
in the Progressive Farmer the other day
seventy-four inches in one day
Things like that ought not happen
though I honestly can’t say I know
much about Cilaos
but here there’s flights of puffweed
washing of solums.