These hollers have teeth
five times too many
blind eyes from bad shine
the mine has collapsed
shells still in Matewan
Blair Mountain has ghosts
tobacco fields bare
coal scrip lets them starve
It hasn’t been long
since the company
Came to the high ground
private bombs drop on
public people – dead
their bones bare of flesh
winter descends through
These hollers have teeth
taking a bite; it
sinks into broken
coffins, chilling the
bones in their hands still
Their dead fingers make
Fists – this corporate
cold; unmoving through
Tip Top tipple that
still stands another
Relic of dead days
these hollers have teeth
but the people have
lost theirs and much else
on Frozen, he sleeps
About the Creator
Ernest Taulbee
I live in Louisville, KY with my two daughters and two dogs. Eastern Kentucky University graduate. X: @GordonTaul72113. For more: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Ernest-Gordon-Taulbee/author/B01GGRCKJO. Appreciate all reads and comments.
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