North Dakota Plain .
Yankee assumtions were wrong .
This 'aint no promised land .
Dusty vista from a kitchen window .
Unlooked window in a sunshine yellow kitchen .
Cobweb claimed crevices and cracks .
White deer bones bleaching in the yard .
Untrod yard that bleeds with the screams of Dorothy .
Painted flakes litter the linted floors of all rooms .
The cellar coal furnace is long dead and rust taken .
The galvanised wringer stands idly watching .
Broken window sashes frame the western orchard .
Old cars rust quietly in weeds , moaned at by kissing wind .
The ribs of barns stare east at wild wheat and grass .
Funky little ghost town , long dead , long gone .
And this empty house is just one bone .
In a skeleton of abandoned human desire .
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