I drove the demons 'cross the land
By their side I rode each day
Each night I fed them by the hand
And cracked the stock whip each command
I drove the demons far away
One grinned and sung a lustful song
One stood conceited, pride and all
Each night I fed them, growing strong
Beneath my hand where they belong
I drove the demons, under thrall
One cowered like beaten hound
One sneared in anger at the weak
Each night I fed them from my crown
Which, like a halo, they surround
I drove the demons like a sheik
Amidst a ponderous, solemn drove
I speak of monsters I compel
Each night I fed my demons well
And mustered through the forest grove
The demons that I thought I drove
Are droving me inside my cell
IT IS A DARK NIGHT IN GEORGIA PASS
WAR MACHINES BOMB WHAT WAS ONCE A BLADE OF NEW-BLOOM GRASS
SUCH LITTLE THINGS NO LONGER MATTER MUCH TO SOME
A CHILD WITH A GRENADE CAN NO LONGER MAKE ME NUMB
ALL THE POUNDING AND GUN POWDER ARE VISIBLE IN THE DAY LIGHT
JUST A LONELY AMERICAN REPORTING WHAT IS AND MAY
MY EYES PEER THROUGH AN EMPTY ZOO,DEAD ALL AROUND
THE JESTERS MAKE A MOST JOYISH SOUND AS THE CATTLE AMIDST DECAY
EVERY GENE THAT WAS FIRST BORN IS NO MORE THAN A LONE WILTED THORN
LIKE THE TITLE AND FIRST LINE OF MY POEM IS:
A DARK NIGHT IN GEORGIA THROUGH