Monday, November 2, 2009

The Village

Village

The Creek Nation in their dream:

venison cooks under

old pines. The river bottom.

Cousins.

Chiefs with a memory

of migration. Here

was home as it had been.

Families. Laughing. The hawks.

Evenings.

All of it gone now

without a trace, hundreds

of years quiet. We all

will fall. Rome.

Even iron colored ghosts

gone from the valley

followed Line Creek down

the Flint, Apalachicola and the

Bay. They play.

Bathwater.

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Poet, composer of music (Max Able / Abel, Rawls & Hayes), lawyer and spoken-word performer (Scapeweavel), L. Ward Abel lives in rural Georgia, and has been or will be published at The Reader (UK), The Yale Anglers’ Journal, Versal, The Pedestal, Pale House, Kritya, OpenWide, and many others. Abel has recently been nominated for “Best of the Web” by Dead Mule. He is the author of Peach Box and Verge (Little Poem Press, 2003), Jonesing For Byzantium (UK Authors Press, 2006) and the recently released The Heat of Blooming (Pudding House Press, 2008).

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