Quintessentially New England
An old farmhouse in mottled greens and grays
Sitting near the road, having seen better days
It lay in this full and solemn state
Braced by two dead elms that shared its fate
I thought it antidotal rather than obscene
To compare it to two thieves and the Nazarene
Hovered above, a carrion raptor wings spread wide
Where once church goin’ folk used to abide
The wing spread raptor was the final touch
Quintessentially New England is far too much
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