flies on the faces of the dead

Run, my dear, from anything that may not strengthen
your precious budding wings.

-Hāfez

Awaken, son of Jobe, grandson of Jobe 

Alone, Thick in this Sacramento Valley, I sleep green 

like Putah Creek. I groan the first breath of life 

and exhale on the rich farm soil. I weep like the hide 

of a tule elk, I laugh like the feathers of the turkey vulture 

as it circles high above the walnut groves. Awaken, 

son of Jobe, grandson of Jobe, you are man-strong 

and naked. Rise up from the green creek waters. 

Step out onto the roots of the elms and oaks 

that line the muddy banks. You are home. 

James Lee Jobe 

-Vincent van Gogh
Enclosed Wheat Field with Ploughman, October 1889

The Order Diptera

In America 

Only those flies

That buzz the faces of the dead

Know the meaning of the word

“Equality”

-James Lee Jobe

Greed is not kind to others.
Greed is not even kind to the greedy.

-B. D. Schiers

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