WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?
Inveterate monsters they; they,
run in the floorboards now -
all the rats who've forsaken
the rafters. Three generations
of us Landers built this barn,
first begun in 1783, then
burned; then this replacement.
The fields are thinner now,
more modern; we do in two
days what used to take them
three weeks. The graveyard
there, all Landers. You can
speed things up, I guess, but
certain things, too, you just
can't slow down. They say
death, and taxes. I go
with death.
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