HELL IS REAL
warns the interstate billboard
between pastures and pig slaughters
this landscape of disturbance
smells like home to my soul
the sun’s pollen heats
a body of cows
invisible behind dirt devils
mooing in another language
hell is a gas station
between nothing-towns
of glaring bony-leered eyes
the giant sky turns to me
with cornflower irises
through titanic turbine lashes
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