"We ate the grapes, and in the evening

Rickey showed up with a loaf of bread

and a pound of hamburg and we had

a picnic. In a larger tent next to ours

lived a whole family of Okie cotton-pickers..." 

MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY OF THE COMING OF THE LORD, HE IS TRAMPLING OUT THE VINTAGE WHERE...

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WRAITHS OF GRAPH

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POEM OF THE DAY

 

Listen closely, hear that? It's a steady low and trembling,

hum that's in the air, rumbling crackle that's assembling,

A static on the wires buzzing, like nothing yet resembling

a conference call to arms...