Notes On Poverty Poem by Hayden Carruth

Notes On Poverty

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Was I so poor
in those damned days
that I went in the dark
in torn shoes
and furtiveness
to steal fat ears
of cattle corn
from the good cows
and pound them
like hard maize
on my worn Aztec
stone? I was.

Saturday, January 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty
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Hayden Carruth

Hayden Carruth

Woodbury, Connecticut
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