Cane (Toomer)/Reapers

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Reapers
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stonesAre sharpening scythes. I see them place the honesIn their hip-pockets as a thing that's done,And start their silent swinging, one by one.Black horses drive a mower through the weeds,And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds,His belly close to ground. I see the blade,Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade.
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