Field of Screams
It watched the farmer
walk the field
carefully examining
the annual yield
Heard the cries
as his friends were taken
and knew too soon
it'd be forsaken
The swish of the blade
The tramp of the feet
It wouldn't be long
same end 'twould meet
It felt the slash
and the vine that cried
and bemoaned the day
the pumpkin died
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