mercy

this farm,
this field, these cows
and chickens
plump with eggs.
these
goats.
these horses.
the cattle thick
with feed.
pigs.
this barn full
of wheat.
the silo overflowing.
the rusted rooster
still red
in the wind
on the peak.
the lush sweet
land
blessed with rain.
we're good,
we're thankful,
but without it
we bring all sins
to the table
real or imagined,
we throw dust onto
our backs
and beg for mercy.