old man of the silver queen kingdom

acres he tilled at night
after the factory work putting  
shiny butts on trucks
 
we day poked seeds in the black dirt
when almanacs prophesized
an end of the seasonal ice-grass
 
hoe weeding rows all days but sabbaths
"not the goddamn corn boys "
he said on leather hand satrurdays  
swinging sun up till down
 
we never asked for drink 'less
he walked to the dirty hose and  
water rivers fed mud-cracked lips
bellies sloshing like pig troughs
 
the hard stalks like horny
green boys rose to the sun
golden tassel-seeds dancing
on  blue jean june breezes
 
the silver milk mother queen
squeezed into swollen nubs
wrapped in silk string ribbons
inside emerald leaf wombs
 
dark 'fore dawn the rusty red ford
picked me up quiet rumbling  
down the back bed bouncing dirt drive
 
dew soaked green blade cut arms
pull down with wrist twisting tosses
the reward to the pull behind bin as
 
the granddad-god tractor rider led  
us wet dirty cold bleeding
through the lush eden-work of life
 
later those six foot tractor tires
i dug three feet mud deep
in his granddaddies front yard
 
cause my scrawny nine year
old body  had no gravity
to engage the clutch and  
stan hopping up to take the blame
 
a red stomping scream closing in  
"what the hell yall done now
stay off the godddamn tractor i said"
 
yanking stan down to see if a hard
ass  whoppin on his seat would fix his ears