Hometown Pomp on Parade

Across the bridge

Inflated heads on weak spines.

Cold hearts.

Clenched fists.

Cloven tongues.

Degradations and assumptions.
Apathy and derision.

Desperation thrown to the coyotes,
Put out in the cold

To die

Alone

Maligned.

May justice roll like fog
Over the ones who lick their teeth
At widows in whitewashed bones.

May grace restore
The pleading heart discarded.