by TNSF | Feb 1, 2021 | Poems, Vol. 4, Issue 3
If God Permitted Pirates on the Mississippi A poah man leans on his plow to rest in the Delta swelter, As his mule lies by the bank, Dipping its head in the muddy sweet. The flood had receded, And what was left for poah whites and poah blacks Was merely lowland labor....
