Verse

A Southern wedding: part 2

There’s an island lore, warning to never trust a word you hear

once you cross the Bentara river

beyond which,

the South begins

where witches were born and men cut up by beauty would go to live.

 

The strangers who flew in on a storm

took the Southern beauty home – their new bride delightful like a vulgar schoolboy song.

But, they don’t know

the reason she smiles more than she talks, or the men buried in her tomb.

Do they know that she only ever loved the ocean?

-the salt that ravages her

and leaves her with enough tears for another hundred years.

It’s one of those unhealthy addictions.

 

There she goes.

She made a beautiful bride for the seventeen thousandth time.

 

The radio said

there are more strangers

coming to see her from all over the world;

they can’t wait to get cut open.

 

Shining her gold, she’s ready to take them all.

The beauty of the South is sad no more.

                 

Image – kamalambi.blogspot.com

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