Hinterland

Clinging to an offspring
She stood beside a sorry
Stone wall
Wailing away like wind chimes

His rabid prairie fire eyes
Poured ignorance like sulfur
Lighting hay stacks and wheat fields
And homes

He said,
I like the blinking lights
I like the buzz
I like the bleak

Holocaust terror ignites her mouth
Nothing, like a covenant
And
One hundred other windy promises

She said,
Sorry you don't like my gingham
Or my crazy eyes
Or our wheat ocean home

Surely?
For a little bit of sky scrapers