gather harvest

offering

 rain to earth
 hard labour harvests
 first fruits for winter

 cuckolded

 I’ll lick out her fruit
 juices while you, her husband,
 pissed, oblivious

 pits

 the last deep mine closed
 Thatcher’s harvest complete
 community dies

 fire

 blacksmith’s wife cuckolds,
 if it’s you, your grain will burn,
 pray for a cool head

 counsel

 uncut grain holds earth
 in secret counsel, as seas
 do not hold sea floor

 conversation

 scythe interrupts grain’s
 conversation with its earth,
 ears no longer hear

 ruin

 ruin oversees cornfields
 must be placated with fires
 in field, hearth and head

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