Day of Change

Lawrence Holofcener

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The noise was stunning, the sky suddenly black

With whirring, rumbling Iron Birds. 

The Country People were confused. 

Some began to run, some to fling down

On their bellies in the stubbed cornfields

Others to stand in mute resignation. 

And for the second time in daylight

The march hesitated, then ground to a halt. 

The last Bird to appear, smaller than the rest

Put down near the front

And disgorged two men in uniform.

The General and his adjutant. 

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