Shelbyville


The first thing
eaten on Sundays leaves the parasite
in stupor, and poor,
poorer than Shelbyville whose Federales
invited a million immigrants
to sing late at night,
to fight the police,
to dress alike as all the markets close,
to drag a sledge across
these feet when I stand
so proximate to a beach
it is smelled, and, on them, it is sand.

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~ by Jeremy on April 27, 2009.

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