Landscape - Conway, North Carolina
Cotton
Swooning acres of it
Cotton
Brown bush withering miles of it
Cotton
Fallen ground level clouds
The white of it
Memory shaking shrouds
The plight of it.
And all this innocence of white
The black earth yields
All this - strands of phony light
In dry fallowing fields
The rigor of it
Clothing a back bending history
The vigor of it
Building from blood a white economy
The stillness of it
The dead silence about it
Memories of the cross
And resurrection
With no stone rolled away.
The cross
Consist of so many varied expectations
The loss
Of something beyond mere integration
Cotton - clothes the mind with meanings
The sheer beauty of it
Sin and sorrow forever the gleanings
The wind sighs
In fearful tumult of the spirit
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