Kerri Shying R # 347 -Fodder

Fodder

someone rewrites my history  he comes

at night  he works by daylight   near

afar            changes race  religion  bumps off

those I love            reinstates them

bumble-headed             accidents             someone

takes my painful days   repacked

into a bale of shredded wheat              as fodder

grazing cows 

 say moo  say uncle

see me bang  hand   fast as a feather

in the fine grain of your nitrate            film

nothing catches life

but me                my motion

rock            papers                        scissor

cuts  again