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taking a photograph of the great depression.
by Andrew S Adamstake a black and white photograph
of my body sprawled on the dirt
of a dustbowl road and burn the
edges just so to make it more
authentic
as the wheatfields rustle under
the cloudless monochrome sky,
wind like cigarette smoke blowing
in the face of every grain of dust
covering these grounds
i am motionless as the cropduster's wake
leaves me bonedry and rough like sandpaper
thrown from a speeding car trying
desperately to shed weight on it's way to
somewhere better
a casualty of progress but
i don't mind; just
document this last breath i've taken
with the photograph you'll take
and eventually
someone will find me. 10/12/2005 Posted on 10/12/2005
Copyright © 2024 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 10/13/05 at 02:59 AM somehow this captures the stillness beside a farmer's field, sorry that your lifeless corpse had to be flung on the gravel road beside it! this conjured some very real imagery in my head, of a late summer day and the gentle breeze blowing through the wheat, combined with the vacuousness of modern life. nice job. |
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