backwoods, baby...

you're not from around here, are you?

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There is no coal
in Elliott county.
Our daddies don’t go
down into the black mines.
They just plain
Slink across the Ohio
and disappear
into the asphalt bellies
of the big cities.
Never to be seen
or heard of

There is no coal
in Elliott County.
Our mountains remain
Fully dressed
in thick foliage of maple
and laurel
and sassafras.

The fertile bottom land
has been stripped,
like so, so much tobacco.
The ghostly cash crop
haunting the broke,
broad hallways
of our empty,

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