Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Feel it?

I do
Even in alabama

The villagers know
You can see it in their eyes
The old women
Of oaken biceps
Scrub on their washboards
But the worry looks up

The old men
Lean to the jams
Seeing something
Beyond the crimson rise

The children are nervous
And the dogs pace

I climb a hillside familiar
And look, but only feel

Its a rise
Like a deep ocean belch
That echos only
To itself
And those it swallows

The earth will twitch
Rumble low
To a grand shaking

To run, to hide
Is pointless
Its coming
Its alrready here
Can you feel it?
I can

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