David Bottoms Poems
|1.||After The Stroke||4/7/2014|
|2.||My Father's Left Hand||4/7/2014|
|5.||In A U-Haul North Of Damascus||4/7/2014|
|6.||In The Black Camaro||4/7/2014|
|7.||A Walk To Carter's Lake||4/7/2014|
|8.||Sign For My Father, Who Stressed The Bunt||4/7/2014|
|9.||Neighbors, Throwing Knives||4/7/2014|
|10.||Under The Vulture-Tree||4/7/2014|
|12.||My Daughter At The Gymnastics Party||4/7/2014|
|13.||Shooting Rats At The Bibb County Dump||1/20/2003|
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Shooting Rats At The Bibb County Dump
Loaded on beer and whiskey, we ride
to the dump in carloads
to turn our headlights across the wasted field,
freeze the startled eyes of rats against mounds of rubbish.
Shot in the head, they jump only once, lie still
like dead beer cans.
Shot in the gut or rump, they writhe and try to burrow
into garbage, hide in old truck tires,
rusty oil drums, cardboard boxes scattered across the mounds,
or else drag themselves on forelegs across our beams of light
toward the darkness at the edge of the dump.
It's the light they believe kills.
We drink and ...