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In the middle of every field,
obscured from the side by grass or cornhusks, is a clearing where she works burying swans alive into the black earth. She only buries their bodies, their wings. She packs the dirt tight around their noodle necks & they shake like long eyelashes in a hurricane. She makes me feed them by hand twice a day for one full year: grain, bits of chopped fish. Then she takes me to the tin toolshed. Again she shows me the world inside her silver transistor radio. She hands me the scythe.
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