The Alabama Wiregrassers
by Charles Ghigna
Dry rooted in penny coated clay,
the wiregrassers come
suntan tamed in drawl
through the mire faster.
Machetes high aimed for home,
they carry the clues of day
across their open, flying clothes.
Blade for blade, steel for grass,
they flog the wire
with a hungry denim run.
Black shinhair stares
boar bristled red out
from rips of hinged tight jeans.
Tobacco spitti...
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