Boone and Walker
came to Kentucke, full
of green and groaning,
to cut up country roads
the Shawnee had already cleared
some centuries before. But what of that?
The right fight feeds us.
The dense thicket of failure?
That works, too.
It is like this when we do
what has already been done for us.
Still, if Israel wants a king,
with all the complications
theretofore, Tecumseh and Boone
will lose to Saul and Jackson,
and nobody will be happier,
and God is going to sit up there
until somebody finally shuts up,
which I don’t expect will come
that soon, knowing how much I like
to say I discovered my own soul
and cut away the weeds
until all that remained was
David with a hard green butt.