Typewriter Rodeo: Wind Farming

Each week, the Standard reaches out to Austin’s Typewriter Rodeo for a custom poem on Texas topics.

By David FruchterMarch 27, 2020 11:53 am,

Wind Farming

the planet spins

and the thin, thin sheath

of atmosphere surrounding

 

struggles to keep pace

wrenched along by gravity

just a bit

grudgingly

 

and so the wind blows

 

always, always, always

 

as we tiny forms

scrabble all over

the surface

 

living in between these layers

dependent on both

and always, always

hungry

 

we ate the trees

we ate the coal

we ate the oil

 

and it’s not all gone yet

but we can see the day coming

 

and our only saving grace

may just be

learning to eat

 

the invisible

 

our house is in motion

(as it turns out)

 

and it’s made

of candy

 

Produced by Laura Rice.