Clearing the Field

I am an old
animal.

I have many
broken bones.

But
if only just the one thing,
I always
carry my pride.
And, I
always have held it
high.

In removing my outsides,
I always use care.
They are hungry
for it,
and I have no room for error.

We are almost done now
with this
harvest.
And
I am old news.