We came down...

By sonic_tonic

Tue, 17 Feb 2009
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We came down
Out of the mountains
Picking our thorny way across the rocks
As best we could
Until we stood
Our hair matted with mud ; with crud ; with other people's blood
Lamely offering supplications
Appelations
Appalachians ; and the hollow echo.

The drop.

His shadowed eyes brimmed
The burning brindle burden
Overturning his ambition
Stringing, stinging cruel contrition

And I could neither scorn nor spurn him
Longer lash out la shout

January 1997

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