Free Range Poetry

Down here in the Delta

Every rose and every dawn
Down here in the Delta
The salt sea bore her body on
Down here in the Delta

The cotton growing in the wind
Down here in the Delta
The missus tells me she done sinned
Down here in the Delta

My boy should grow up strong and fine
Down here in the Delta
Crooked back and crooked mind
Down here in the Delta

We can’t grow no cane no more
Down here in the Delta
Cold wind blowing through the door
Down here in the Delta

Put my own folk in the ground
Down here in the Delta
Broke my heart now twice around
Down here.

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till

Till!  I till until it seems the soil should boil with my toil.
Hoe!  I hoe each row in hopes my seeds will grow!
Sow!  I sow the seeds of desperate need into the earth below.
Reap!  I reap until I weep from this, my grain of pain.
Thresh!  With blistered flesh I thresh the pain still fresh from off the stalk.
Sell!  I carry well the fruits of pain to the market of my hell.
Raze.  I hurry home to set my wicked fields,
                      my ancient pain,
                                            my weary heart,
                                                                   ablaze.

In the baptism of Autumn smoke, absolution lasts until…
Till!

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