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
Dixie.
