The black one reaches, lean and hard over barbed wire fence curved, his neck bulge of muscle. His teeth, ivory, chewing what still grows - we boarders of the dust bowl. Hikers drinking upon a river, clear to the eye, smell like cloud forest. Because the fog drip never reaches their sanded tongues. Forget the violence crippling the bellies, masticating the bodies. They will be nothing if not dried out husks expelling the sweet killing water. Still - thirsting to sip down protozoa, their whip-like tails and embrace dysentery like a smooth legged lover. In the summertime the children they cough out the high happy days of summer, of smog warnings. Singing, One little pony, two little ponies, green pony, blue pony, won’t you ride away? Rattle on brethren, smile on brethren, little brothers in arms, clear your lungs so you can play. It’s 10 PM the wavering hour of daylight. He who smells of apple-breath and oat of summer’s berries withered tight to their branches who darts among the prairie dog holes, would that he could, that he could turn away from the forward marches of the herd.
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Corroborations 2013 was held at the University Libraries, The University of South Dakota, from January 28 – May 3, 2013. The Corroborations 2013 exhibition paired USD visual arts and poetry majors in order to create new collaborative work and to both broaden acceptance and appreciation of alternative art disciplines.