"Mississippi: Parts I & II" [OR]: "Down & South"

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|*|==|  Part I: Man |*|==|

Over the Whelms, see

men of land, iron.

The glow of cold stone

adorning one face.

His last name is Lee.

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Over this Whelm comes daddy,

gloaming, gloom, walking sadly.

Just can’t live up to Bradley.

Rusty Impala driver

madly, madly in love with

His baby; forgetting his babies.

Dammit --

his TV show is on.

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Now rain stripes The |*|==| Flag|*|==|put|*|==|out.

He feeds Pit Bulls and dirt children.

They’ve children throw cherry bombs.

They’ve have Lee (|*|==|) as middle names.

Methamphetamine problem?

You just make it a problem.

Stop talking about problems.

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Now he says…

|*|==|...............:

“Winds howl Lee in

tradition that be "

Time stops for me.

Let history be

me.”

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The sun

pounds down

upon

a grave "

that breaks

the earth:

|?|!!|   |?|!!|

“Mother Mississippi,

so hallowed be thy name.

Let us never be tamed!

Hail the times a game long ago,

we called to Tupelo:

‘Let us know,

...' "

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I found a pretty one today,

  it’s in my pocket now.

I’ll learn to read and write someday --

  and then I’ll show it how.

 

I wish that it could laugh and play,

  I wish its eyes were blue.

I wish that I could make it think --

  and think I’m pretty, too.

 

[Momma says to put it down, and Daddy thinks I’m gay… I wish that I could make it talk -- and tell them it’s okay.]

Author's Note

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