A broke-down old farm house
sinks into the South Dakota prairie;
the ground here, not fussy,
will eventually eat everything
placed on its plate
that the wind doesn’t take first,
including families foolish enough to think
they could make a living
with a bunch of kids and the old John Deere ‘B’
rusting away out back;
but the soil’s going to eat that, too
along with the stones tilting over arrogant bones
that thought their houses of flesh
would never succumb to fatal prairie gravity.