Brown Not So Boring When Splashed with Blood
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Brown Not So Boring When Splashed with Blood
Dead calm the town, the nearly coastal town,
Lagoon its shore, that brackish water shore,
The buildings near it, near to dome-like brown
Of horseshoe crabs, a village, not much more —
This place snores quietness. Two strips of sand
Beyond it, there bang the ocean waves with sharks.
Their dorsal fins skim tooth-sharp near the land
On Cape Canaveral. The upright arcs
Of these are close to girls. The houses though
Are far away from interest with their clumps
Of humans. None of these it seems will glow.
They’re more like pimples on the crabs, sad bumps.
A KKK bomb blasts brown man and wife,
As close as this town comes to memory’s life.
~ Phillip Whidden