Virginia City

by Leonard M Hawkes

I am no stranger
To mountain guts, or
This ticky-tacky facade
They call "the West;"
To life that clutches
Thinly, tenuously
To the parched side
Of a meager hill.

And walking now
Among the dead,
I read no line that
Claims you as home.
Manly, hearts elsewhere,
They plundered you
And scoured, leaving
Only their bones behind.


Posted on 07/15/2003
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