In the Boondocks of the Ozarks Salty caramel smelt of August Swathes stench of rotten trailer parks Imprisons barren mid-west dust
Feral fevered kids a hunting For to cool; shoot up, or drink Arthritic railroad; tie and shunting Ferrous old town wretched on the brink
Since the cease of mine and logging Depletion of iron lead and zinc Nag horse too dead for flogging Folks futures draining down the sink
Some respite in the summer heat RVโs; tourists and campers for trails Like blackfly plague pick off the meat Fly fast; escape as another harvest fails
Dark currents pepper darker mood Intolerance grinds in the daily way Resentment bread as only food At someoneโs door the blame shall lay
In the graveyard of the Ozarks Rednecks dance on industry tombs Burn brown smoke spice. Moonshine sparks Oblivion; no life. Back to mothers' womb
ยฉpofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 โ All rights reserved)
The sultry heat of an American Mid-West summer in a dying old mining community full of drugs, devoid of hope!