Saturday, April 10, 2010

Poem: th ro w n


                                     for Andrew Goodman

  

autumnslap

                of leather on the


ran

    off tackle

 

     bur 

          ied

              slashedlipstoCentral

 

                           granite

 

atethrougha

 

      you ran

 

andItochestertown

      Home Of Cherryblossoms

           

      -        SHERIFF

               HURLS AGITATOR -

               thru Woolworth’s

                                          glass

 

               snagsinthehands

 

you went

                 

did they make you

       down

                        

       run, Andy

               to mississippi

 

                under flashing lights

                           air buzzed

 

               before they hid you

                            bloss om

 

                            sod den

                                    in the dam?*

                                    

*Some background for this poem is in Neshoba here.

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