Mac Katter - mkatte@saic.edu
The body is hushed
Cicero lays flat
You see houses and a church
But I say you cant hide a prairie
Dress it up all you want
The vast battalion of grass
Waits under the road
Like a landlord, flabby-armed
With a wooden spoon
A cats paw stuck to the rug
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