Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Pumpjack (poem)


A slow muted ka-thummmp.....ka-thummmmp...
ka-thummmp...fills the Oklahoma night. Just as you
think the gasping engine has died a final death
another quick succession comes
ka-thummmp, ka-thummmp, ka-thummmp.

Scattered across the flatlands
like prehistoric beasts, raising their heads,
moonlight glinting from crested brows
dipping their long tongues into the Earth.

Tasting, savoring, lapping up
the thick black soup,
returning it to the surface
and the sunlight it has not seen
for millions and millions of years.

Kenny A. Chaffin – 5/6/2014

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