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Saturday afternoon farm auctions
channeled the spooks
of Northern WI, the relentless
accusations, a narrative
of kerosene nights
sheltered off marginal
county roads, as much else
in Shawano & Marathon Counties,
ending badly, the glacial
scraped spate of acreage restoring
Ed Gein's fallen lineage,
skins collected
& stitched sans
circulation to arouse beneath
the grain (taxidermists
by the score do well in the woods here) as if
the, allegorical lady stepping
grains in hand from the disc dawn fanned
wide for bountiful
WI the mimetic lady
on the Great Seal
were anything but
a celebration
in skin, our seeds her wake
trespass on corn & grains
by government
over the sublunar abraded ground
sinkholes
deemed wetlands
& undrainable
in the best interests
of cranes. Relearn
a corner section
of sour vegetation
o the virulent sense of property
the Swedes & Germans
Norwegians & Mountainside
Swiss brought into
the clutch
of northern counties
whose acreage yielded
families & skirmishes
stones in
family plots
carved creamy rock quarried
for a favored dead pet
& kinship
the sweat
off the backs they beat
with branches
their
own
a sort of old world kingdom
of heat, to sweat over
& wall up
in lodges
built off the side
of farms foreclosed
on them
farmers in shirtsleeves
prominent in Milwaukee
to hear George Wallace
his platform as tolerant
as a chainsaw &
restorative
aroused they
dashed down the gall
apricot brandy’s
a resource unlisted
by the DNR
in Madison
as are
(quoting Jerome Daly
Posse
Comitatus
a "good pump-action
12-gauge shotgun
& a high-powered
rifle"
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