On August XIV

All day I hear the machine marching

Its tramping approach

Its tramping retreat

The slow about-turn before the hawthorn hedge

Tempo unwavering

Relentless chomp, chomp, champ

Regulation clunk, clang, rattle

Persistant whirl and blow

The repeated beating down of ripe wheat

Blades tearing through the stalks

The cutting and threshing of the combine harvester

Wheezing through the wheat

The gently swirling sea of whiskered grain shaved

Strip by strip

Leaving stripe after stripe

Of deflated straw pillows

On the stubbled face of the field


CLP 25/08/2019

Published by

Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité