ANDGER

This Big Blue, Turkey Foot, Andropogon, erupted from sleeping grave, an emergence from the dead, extinct as a union soldier among the toppled limestone graves, a city park, a scarcely populated relic of the past, steep hill, gnarled Oaks, toppled fence and prairie relics shunned to the margins, just beyond acres of pavement encircled concrete coolers, built to hold ammonia-chilled systems and miles of lines,

lines of soda,

lines of doughnuts,

lines of code,

lines of petro-profits humming, buzzing, drowning,

the lines of connection,

lines of evolution, lying in ruin next to the Civil War canon, American flag fifty stars and thirteen stripes, roots in the flesh, limestone, roots in the sand prairie and hawk,

lines splaying to the great lightness, eventually to fall or burn like the pages of a book.

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