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
Edgy
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
Creep
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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