
Darwin’s Compassion
In 1975 a farmer ups and leaves, takes a room at the bar
Just up and leaves his cows, his dog and his barn
He walks from his fields, his home, everything dear
No money in this godforsaken place, he said
Whether sound of mind, remains unclear
Locked in their stanchions, the bovine wither
Without water dehydrate, brine in their salt…
Read the rest at Crack the Spine Literary Magazine
Like the poem about the lab monkeys – moving in its starkness. Are you accepting submissions?
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Thanks for the kind words erikleo. No submissions. Just posting work that is published at this time. Thanks again.
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