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Early germ warfare.  The dead hurled this way turn like wheels in the sky.  Look: there goes Larry the Shoemaker, barefoot, over the wall, and Mary Sausage Stuffer, see how she flies, and the Hatter twins, both at once, soar over the parapet, little Tommy’s elbow bent as if in a salute and his sister, Mathilde, she follows him, arms outstretched, through the air just as she did on earth

Cucumber Fields Crossed by High Tension Wires

  by Thomas Lux

The high-tension spires spike the sky beneath which boys bend to pick from prickly vines the deep-sopped fruit, the rind’s green a green sunk in green. They part the plants’ leaves, reach into the nest, and pull out mother, father, fat Uncle Phil. The smaller yellow-green children stay, for now. The fruit goes in baskets by the side of the row, every thirty feet or so. By these…