Cereals and Zombie, Poet campers

“I found a tractor with its keys. I didn’t drive it. I just started it.”

We ask the ten-year-old poet Cereals which tractor it is, exactly, that she is speaking about. Zombie answers.

“The kind that slays the grass.”

Poetry about lawnmowers. I will refer to them as ‘Grass-slayers’ from now on.

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2016, Iceland

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  1. “…grass-slayer” – I am forever changed.

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