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Prairie Seas


Only their heads show above ground;
tumbling from the bow wave:
boulders, bricks, trees and fences;
only the bedrock dense enough to bear them up.
It's deep here on the delta,
so how tall must they be
to break the surface?
Many more are felt as ground shake,
but never seen;

they'll miss the ruins of the city, this time,
though a head, yesterday,
bobbed right through my aunt's two-story house:
the place just blew apart,
naught left but bricks and firewood.
Why are they on the move?
This ain't no seasonal thing,
and, though they aren't remotely human,
 if I am interpreting their expressions
with any degree of accuracy,
we oughta be moving too.