From a Mountain
From a mountain
on a Thursday evening
cast in clouds,
A mountain's family blighted in poverty
huddles in the muddy yard--
strung to trees the lonely decor.
Water from a rill, muffled,
(but to the roots in drink),
flows to the family
of the haggard house
(Given long ago to the mountain's claim)
By a hose hung above the road,
Heralding to the different whispered screams
of four-wheel drives
With faces in the mask of coal.
And the mother's mother's mother
hollering out mistimed notes
To the Bartlick Chapel walls
Is sung to by just the ghosts in the pews.