PAD Day 30: The Reaper Returns

 Today's prompts from Write Better Poetry and NaPoWriMo: (1) Write a "harvest" poem, and "try writing your own poem that discusses a real or mythical being or profession (demons, firefighters, demonic firefighters) with [a] musing yet dispassionate tone."

Here is mine, a sequel tof sorts to my earlier poem "Last Poem" (Day 26):

International Harvester (A Sequel)
 
And then, after he gathered up the poet,
he heard of other places that needed reaping,
so he laid down his scythe and climbed
aboard a huge machine which chugged
and roared over fields, its razor-sharp blades
whirring and cycling, slicing crops by the hundreds,
the thousands—Ukraine, Gaza, Iran—
as he prepared for the long winter ahead.

Sorry to end the month on such a downer topic, but I just couldn't seem to shake that image today. I enjoyed writing this month, even though 32 new poems is a little less than my usual production. Thanks to everyone who read and shared here. I'll be back soon with a summary and a selection of my "best" of the month. Let's hope that harvester machine shuts down.