“The Farm’© 2021 by Michael L. Utley Nighthawks screamWith evening’s descentThey know the truthBlack god’s-eyesSee everythingFrom salmon-huedHeavenAs wings foldBird-bombs divePreying on thePrayerlessPowerlessObliviousStrident-throatedShrieksA mindless alien-avianWarningTurn backThere is no hope here Across the fallow fieldElk bugle mournfully inTwilight cacophonyA hundred dim smudgesHerding inParanoid precisionAgainst the dusty dun ofEvening’s solemn soliloquyScatterCoagulateStatue-stillAmidst dusk ground-mistTrumpet-cries betray blind fearA prose of … Continue reading “The Farm”