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Polly Alice

Friday, January 22, 2010

Seven Days-- part V Why Are We Always Leaving Kansas



V.  Why Are We Always Leaving Kansas?



Why are we always leaving Kansas,


mounting broomsticks to fly away fast?


Why are we always leaving;


riding the first twister bareback


that comes along the path?



Maybe we should’ve never settled here,


but left the plains to its people


and the buffalo; they knew its songs.



We said we could conquer it


with plows, sweat, and earthblood,


but we choke silently


our mouth full of dust.



Maybe we should’v never settled here,


but left the plains to its people and the buffalo;


they knew its power.



Even the locusts fly away on the perpetual wind;


the cicadas bury themselves to forget they live here.


Farm houses give in--


their weather-beaten doors and eyeless windows

hang low in the burning sun.




Maybe we should’ve never settled here,


but left the plains to its people


and the buffalo


now caged and unafraid.



As Kansas City spreads her arms,


she leaves a gaping hole in her chest;


the city hallows a ring of sleepy showboats,


silent malls, and empty lots.


Through the cracks an audible hum:

the sound of roots scraping through concrete—


Nothing here will last.

~


1 comment:

  1. I've been reading Willa Cather lately, and I think she shares your sentiments. Of course, she wrote about Nebraska, but I think these kindred prairie states share more than we realize.

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