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*** Found from the Linux Man Pages
Original text at:
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Written by Joseph Arceneaux, David MacKenzie, and Michael Stone.
Pine Mountain Cemetery VI
Edith
Slate makes poor gravestones.
Look to the left and you can see what
Rain wash does after a spell of time.
Tressie’s sisters are buried there, Ada,
Vera, Dodo, and Edith, Hensley row.
Pretty normal people Edith excepted.
A tale told how a shiny start might fool one.
Too pretty, too spoiled, to shaken by
Tressie’s early death. Something snapped.
There was a time when having the vapors
Was fashionable, this was way before that.
Nothing fashionable about her fits and starts.
Screamed for days, cried for more, then
Silence for months. Beauty could not stand
Against the acid of her anguished mind.
Married well in a brief sane year, two
Children lived, one died, Priscilla.
Never was a peaceful moment after.
Husband philandered, kids mousy dull,
Again too pretty to amount to much.
Edith’s plight hidden for years, today
A white pill cure would be all it would
Take to turn her story better. Fitting
She should be buried under failing slate.
Ornament in the trees
Bringer of wishes
Lover of plain
Pretty bird
You sound like home.
she said write of me,
and
she was immediate as music.
she said write me, write me now
and
she was that moment when
a guitar string breaks,
when oh! there’s no way around
but to go, go, go—
and play.
delighted she,
“now i want to play
with you,
not a copy.
not
the breaking banjo string.
the trilling romance of a mandolin.
the buzzing bow on a fiddle box.”
amazed then quite wordless my reply,
i took your eyesight for mine, and
brought it to the table.
speechless,
i loved you not knowing why,
or even how a heart can love
crying that it is so very sore
and unable.
CNN says Turks have seized the country’s
largest newspaper & Syrian troops have conquered
the neighborhoods of Aleppo. In a suburb
of Nashville today, my cousin decides
between spending her tax return on a thigh
tattoo or a spa day. My neighbors squabble about vinyl
siding. I clip coupons for pot pies, detergent
& frozen pizza. Two days since a 15-year-old
tramped into a cafeteria in Benton — 50 miles
down the road — & sprayed
bullets into 14 classmates. Like a deadly
Black Mamba I want to attack this brutality — bite, bite,
bite it in rapid succession until I transform into
a 500-year-typhoon with three superpowers. Wham. The Big One,
9.6 on the Richter. Bang. Pow. Kaboom. We make
the change & I call in my crew. I have one power,
Batman says. I never give up. On Facebook my friend
Tracy posts: I’m not OK. Can anyone help? A white
supremacist has shot her first her cousin Vicki
dead in a grocery store parking lot. What can
I give her? My anger as fiery & robust as a rocket
booster? My will to act? Tracy, my team is here & we’re
on our way to Louisville. Wolverine bellows,
If you cage the beast, the beast
will get angry. Catwoman purrs,
Before I put on this mask,
I was afraid of everything.
Wonder Woman spits,
How dare you?
I marched today
beside the dreams of young men
and young women
I marched today
beside brothers and sisters
that have endured the burden of
others’ hate
I marched today
for the lives lost to
hatred & racism
I marched today
to put an end to a generation of beliefs
that should have been buried long, long ago
I marched today
because my students are courageous, and bold
Not remaining silent, but rather, sending out a battle cry for change.
I marched today so that MY children will
answer that battle cry without question or doubt.
I marched today
behind a father holding his daughter’s
hand, fighting for her innocence and hope
WE marched today in solidarity. With compassion. With remorse. With hope. With love. With the blood of Jesus covering past sins. We wept, we sang, we proclaimed, “No justice, no peace.”
We marched today for this justice— for peace, for mercy, for life, for equality.
Today I walked with a community
Who called out names and
Prayed on one knee
I joined in the call and response
No justice – No peace
Know justice – Know peace
Hands up – Don’t shoot
I can’t breathe
What called me to that place?
What beckoned me to be a part of this moment in time?
Faces
Faces of those I love
Relationships with those I hold dear
I had to take a stand because they matter to me
Black lives and all lives matter to me
I protest disrespect for their value and worth
Love called me to action
To march
To cry out unacceptable!
To speak up and stand up
Stand with
Stand for what I believe in
And be part of the change
I want to see
