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Joliet," she says, "is the darkest part of a man?"
It's angry and slick
Into her letters writesthrough herself each timeshe thinks of him
Trips her way down southinto mystery's mouthand he follows her there
It's what she doesn't saythat makes you want to stayand try to comfort her
I talked to the cousins of people who knew you
I asked them the questions they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your town
Maybe it's the prisonor the birth of barbed wire"
Joliet," she says, "is the darkest part of a man?"
It's shaped like liberty's bellcracked and common lawand stretched out over its flawslike an ink-less well
The hanging judge in townrecords her comments downshe saves the crowd the truth -and deals with it herself
Fills that hollow wellwith nothing left to prove
I talked to mountains and streams that pushed through there
I talked to the trees that had no fruit to bearto the colorless people that sat therebeneath hercurled up, stared
I talked to the cousins of people who knew you
I asked them the questions they expected to hear
Like maybe a killing went down in your town
Maybe it's the prisonor the birth of barbed wire
Joliet
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