Sea of Reeds
Aug 26, 2009
SEA OF REEDS
My gas-stained hands touch her steel,
and for a moment all the world seems unemployed.
(I stand in a hole reamed out by greedy oresmen,
and silently wait for their own untimely closings.)
This town dies slowly in some bartender's arms,
and amazing grace will not be sung by just anyone.
and so I remember Juanita June,
fiery mountain of a woman
boiling her tea,
and shredding the flesh
of those who would do evil.
I am an abandoned coal mine for a day or so,
no longer feeding my babies shiny black gold,
and cursing the gawddamn German army.
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