Brooding and assiduous are the trucks at night.
Brooding and assiduous are the trucks at night,
vibrating the inroads through our country's heart
like cellos, sad cellos, slow solos in dawn light.
Brooding and assiduous are the trucks at night
drawing the young men from out of the hills
like cellos, sad bellows, slow solos in dawn light
to carry our effluent to the quiet ponds.
Drawing the young men from out of the hills—
big-winged angels in little t-shirts—
to carry our effluent to the quiet ponds
in silver cylinders, slender, shiny and bright.
Big-winged angels in little t-shirts
with coffee steaming from the core of a thermos jug:
silver cylinders, slender, shiny and bright—
big-winged angels in little t-shirts with bellies extent.
Coffee steaming from the core of a thermos jug
is witness to this release in the holding pond.
Big-winged angels in little t-shirts with bellies extent
joke and make wishes regarding food and sex.
Witness to this release into the holding pond,
the tractor is our savior. The rain falls like a boxer
making jokes and wishing for sex from a girl
vibrating the inroads through our country's heart.
The tractor is our savior. The rain falls like a boxer
brooding and assiduous as the trucks at night
vibrating the inroads through our country's heart,
vibrating the inroads through our country's heart.
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