Pumpkins at Rapture Time
climbing through the fields,
climbing through the glean,
looking for a pumpkin
with a green handle
to get for Halloween…
In the viney web
of jack o’lantern raw,
I bent to pick a pumpkin
as the Rapture winnow
harvested us all…
heavenly that combine,
and the call divine,
to disk the earth infected:
to rotate all the crops
and pick us from the vine!
As I bent to gather
a pumpkin from its patch
the Rapture passed on by me,
it swung down low and straight
but did not stoop to snatch.
All this for jack o’lanterns,
all this for Halloween,
self-righteousness has fled the earth
and it is more peaceful now
than we have ever seen!
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notes
Based on Ruth's story of how the Rapture missed her while she was picking pumpkins.
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