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Apologia at Clinchfield Yards

If I rage like a circus elephant uprooting
turnips, trample pole beans at every turn,
then I must rage. Fuel for the fury
to try and stop me. Let me rage against
everything standing like an elephant
between us. I would have raged
past the tent and the river too, tossed
the trainer and his stupid stick aside.

If I have raged in circles, forgive me,
but let them be lariats of fire. Let me
drag them through the grasses all aflame.
It seems if I had raged brighter, we might
have taken the whole railroad down.

Angie Hogan

The Threepenny Review

Fall 2011

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