Posted by Shaun McCormick
You woke too soon to see your end.
If only you had stayed dreaming, stayed
while your valleyed eyes watched the flail
as it culled the corroded grain,
as it struck out the chaff
in you. The winds were no friend
as they slided what was left into the fields,
your fervent arms trying to grasp on escaping strands,
those dead things.