Elegy

I tore a fence out
by the roots. They grow like weeds
in this area.

This one was stubborn.
Stiff-necked, wizened old creature!
he clung to his place.

We struggled till I
broke his back. I dragged him out
behind the woodshed.

Later, I stopped by,
thinking to pay my respects,
but the place was gone.

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