that shack’s got no electric nor inside plumbing as far as we know nobody visits that old man most folks say he’s a crazy old fool only thing he talks about when he steps foot off his property usually just to go to the general store is the haints in the swamp the swamp’s just beyond his back door at night he burns sage and holy impepho covers most of his face in soot from the cedar burnt in his fireplace as a child i once heard him talking to my uncle said the swamp holds the souls of runaway slaves freedom fighters and soldiers who thought freedom was theirs because they fought in the great wars guess the sheriff and town folks disagreed their bodies got swallowed up by the swamp no area 6 burial for them i’ve been thinking lately that he might not be all that crazy especially when i watch the news and when i hear how many people that have disappeared sometimes right before our eyes like that poor child in palestine guess i’ll burn a little sage tonight lord knows it couldn’t hurt
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Damn, you always hit it. The unfortunate is that there is too much to hit. I think this country will carry on, but it won’t be easy.
Read Between the Minds 
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A briliant poem from SLPMartin:
Here via The Cheeseseller’s Wife. Love the story you told in this piece. Thank you for the reading as well!!
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Damn, you always hit it. The unfortunate is that there is too much to hit. I think this country will carry on, but it won’t be easy.
One of your most powerful yet, Charlie. As Kim said, it’s brilliant.
Thank you…was a difficult one to write given the graphic death of that young man and then relating it to history…again many thanks for reading.
I can imagine the difficulty writing this…. The brutality in this world of ours is just too much to bear.
I always love to listen to you read your poems.
great piece!