I take the farm
and I boil it down
To make a dark green soup
of stems and roots and leaves and flowers.
The prairie becomes lawful,
a dark green soup.
I take the forest
and boil the fauna down,
and all the growling language stops.
It becomes muscle bumps, bone boxes and shafts of hair-skin.
It starts to obey the law.
Microscopy
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