• Beatrice Iker

Poem #9: Ode to Knox County

There are no guns in Knox County

only knives people use to dig,

relentlessly

for reasons to live


There are no knives in Knox County

only shovels people use to read

church signs, unchanged since the Depression


My depression

And yours too


There are no shovels in Knox County

only books - well, just the one

and we read it over and over

back and forewords

with those four words

All have sinned and

All have sinned and

All have sinned and

All have sinned and


There are no books in the county

only the self-righteous, doomed to repeat the sins of our

mothers


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