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Replacement or You've Been Farmed
He'd never heard of replacement theory
but he was still sitting there
cowled in a no good hoodie
a cheap light grey like his complexion
he who used to receive final demands
by lowering a bucket from an upstairs window
unhinged by losing the family farm
to irresistible forces
to inevitability
those were the days
narrow old men trying to get the most
out of their narrow old tractors
slim and puny workhorses
when compared to the monsters
that superseded them
but still running on an idea
of efficiency through regular oiling
the treadmill of inheritance
the hoped-for success of repetition
their pinched sunned faces
squint at the diminishing returns
their loosening holdings
with sloping ploughed fields
whose pious furrows end in
mists that could conceal sea
sky a rainbow’s terminus
or Gawain’s green chapel
he won't budge until the undertaker
is booked and his pockets gone through
loss adjusted to nought
a vacated shell colonised
by curious new creatures
a beast among other beasts
brittle flinty had