from the caged poet society
Undisturbed

A bird sings. Crickets chirp.
A distant truck approaches on the dirt road,
leaving a trail of dust.
Life on the prairie.
Days come. Days go by.
Not much changes, except-
the Minuteman III changes.
It was a I
at one time,
as we were young
at one time.
Farmer Hobs pulls up in his new 4-wheel drive.
He remembers his grandfather's Model T
on this very road.
"Damn thing! Flat tires.
Always stuck in the mud.
No more."
Gazing at the fenced-in missile area,
he recalls the land sale many years ago.
Three hundred dollars-sold to the government.
Suddenly, a chill wind blows.
The bird stops singing.
The crickets are silent.
A dark cloud passes overhead,
blocking out the sun.
The taste of sulfur is strong. "
Must be the well water at the farmhouse," Farmer Hobs thinks,
as he turns and walks away-
Undisturbed.

-Daniel Sicken 28360-013
FPC Lewisburg
POB 2000
Lewisburg PA 17837