Dixieland Despite

By January 1, 1970Blog

Dixieland Despite.

Lorn, the city burns

Aphelion, the world turns

Cracked lips whisper, yearn

Embers glow still yet

Wind dying as dusk sets

Illuminate her silhouette

Vespertine eyes

Incandescently cry

All gone awry

Granddaddy’s hearth turned to rust

Ma-maw’s gown to dust

Pecan tree reclaimed by crust

Pulsing bodies, a mechanical rite

Consecrated in the neon bright

Drowned in squalid blight

Clause by clause, chipped away

Jefferson, by Hamilton flayed

Christ on His cross flung astray

This is my body, in jaundiced throes

This is my blood, miasma flows

Eat, drink, before the decompose

Swine tumbling into ravine

Twin demons sixty, eighteen and nineteen

Flood burst forth in perversity’s sheen

Orpheus gazing back to see

Not Eurydice


Neil Kumar

Neil Kumar is a law student who lives in the Arkansas Ozarks. He is a member of the Sons of Confederate Veterans and Sons of the American Revolution, with blood that has been Southern since the seventeenth century

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