Cave
Today I read an Appalachian
magazine from 1961. Those essays
about pollution, poverty, shit schools
summoning what miracles they can,
all the stone lungs, the hunger
and addiction, landslides and floods,
all the snake-tongued politicians,
all the red-necked mamaws throwing bricks,
those essay coulda been written today.
And my rage rolls in its waning hibernation.
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Wow. Powerful! So much contained in an economy of words.
Amen. Perfectly worded.
Second Shaun’s Amen. and Gwyneth’s Powerful.
fav line:
all the red-necked mamaws throwing bricks
Sad poem beautifully written. I hear all those problems just echoing off the walls of an empty cave.
Powerful stuff. Especially appreciated the imagery of the middle verses.
Yes! I often look at pop culture and advertising and shake my head at how little has changed.