"the earth good"
“Song of Myself”
could just as easily be the Song of Everyone
wailing from bottom drawer Indiana windows
bloody nose broken de-spirited.
Mothers ravaged and beaten
sing the days away in idle holyness.
“My stallion is here,” she says though she doesn’t
smile
when her lover comes near.
Her red strangled eyes
peer through ripped lace curtains
hanging in front of busted dollhouses and Barbie dolls: the earth
good.
“I’m too afraid to scream,” the dished out fished
out American woman says,
“And I too am
of the Body an
d the So
ul, heave
n and hell, w
oman and man.”
by Ryan Wilcox
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