Exodus

A detached muffler hugs the side
of a back road that barely
anyone takes, and dirt mice
live inside it like a cave.
When the wind sweeps through
the open fields it moves the crops
the same way as a wave,
and in that there is hope
that we can save what worked
about this way of life.
A daughter now an envied wife
lays her hands on her father’s
which are cold and almost
made of something different.
She knows she’s never coming
back and that the church where
she was married will be broken
by the years of empty masses
when there’s nothing to believe.

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