The Body Farm (for Sally Mann) She used her lens to capture where we go when there’s nowhere left. What happens when we submit to nature’s whims? Abandoned, we un-fallow the fields with our mantle of flesh shrugged off and left behind. What can be learned from bones rat-gnawed when greasy, squirrel-gnawed when dry? An accounting of time’s passage, assigning cause and blame— There are worse things than to be watched over, even in death. Carol McMahon Carol McMahon is a teacher and poet who has been published in various journals (Prodigal, IthacaLit, Unlost Journal, The Wild Word, Blue Collar Review) and has a chapbook, On Any Given Day, published by FootHills Press. McMahon received an MFA in Poetry from the Rainier Writing Workshop in Washington State and when not teaching, reading or writing can be found out trail-running or on the water rowing.
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