• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 11
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Today’s Harvest

Blue gloved hands hold out nature’s bounty
Gnarled and twisted, caked in crumbling soil
Mother says she’s never seen a carrot so beautiful

But that’s not all of today’s harvest
Mother’s smile is thin as she surveys the jar
The black and yellow enameled bastard
Beats his furious wings against his tiny glass prison
His vindictive sting locked and loaded
But he’ll forget his revenge once the lid is lifted
And he makes good his escape