H. Palmer Hall
"Big Thicket Requiem, Part 2"
II.
Blacktop yellow stripe down the middle
they dragged a living man down
down until they dragged a dead man
broken into pieces
on either side, tall pines, planted
every ten years pulped after growth
tall enough to mill the paper
to publish the obituary
these woods have a dead man in them
broken shredded into black asphalt
head legs torso scattered like needles
deep woods whisper here
a thousand people drive over red specks
spread droplets of raging tears but
a dead man's dying cannot roll dark
thicket into shining light