Saturday, December 11, 2021

James Wright


J.-Wright


Autumn Begins In Martin's Ferry, Ohio

In the Shreve High football stadium, 
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville, 
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood, 
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel, 
Dreaming of heroes. 

All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home. 
Their women cluck like starved pullets, 
Dying for love. 

Therefore, 
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful 
At the beginning of October, 
And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.

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