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Times Like These: Marianna, Florida

           One woe is past; &, behold, there come two woes more hereafter.
                       óRevelation 9:12


In one field, husks, muscadine vines & a sugarcane graveyard furrow acres aching for the devil to beat his wife. In another, a skein of maggots & mayflies, musk thick & resolute, jockey for the cow's afterbirth. Down Old U.S. Road, weevils wheeze & chafed bales of hay settle for the wind's sneezes. Wait for a sign, the couple says & set their table with damask, fresh-pressed for a feast of sardines & cornbread. Train their child in the way he should babble. From dusk till dusk, they lull the boy with tales of a faraway sea, buckets of oysters to shuck. OurFatherwhichartinheavenhallowedbe thynamethykingdomcomethywillbedoneonearthasitisinheaven. Still no rain. From dusk till dusk, they till dust. They reach for the locks of hair & black-eyed peas, stowed away for times like these.


L. Lamar Wilson

Sacrilegion
Carolina Wren Press


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