I hike up ahead. That snap
And crack of branches breaking,
Is me, hiking up ahead.
And passing by a door, there
Sat Calhoun, wrapped up tight
In flannels, and staring with
Beady, wasted eyes while
Mason reads, aloud:
You push through the crowd. That
Creak and thud of tables parting,
Is you, hiking up ahead.
Speeches heard on a hot,
Hazy Fourth. Sweat blinding
Eyes that push through crowds
To Taylor, acres ahead, and
Eating: iced milk, cherries, raw
Cabbage that will…
They “Halloo” on passes above. That
Smash of boulders barreling down
On us, is them pushing, them.
Kill Walker, the grey-eyed, in
A misty field, far from town, all
While blind-folded and mumbling
Words in wild Honduras…