the disappeared…

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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