Hunched in sweat we reap to hear <br /> Spring's chaste moon screaming, wet <br /> corpses remulch earth's tortured crust; <br /> Red laser combines, voodoo blade harvest, <br /> mad human waves of grain threshed here, <br /> worming <br /> brave gray bundles <br /> scattered headless <br /> alone.<br /><br />Jeff Logan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paths-of-glory/
