Where the hoochie-coochie meets the fish boil,
you’ll find layers of dissonant outcomes.
But prophecy’s sticky as motor oil.
Even proved wrong, a foretold truth still hums
like buglights in August. Can’t shut it off.
Seems folks’ve always heard how they’ll thrive or die
with the coming times. Sad winds hack and cough,
spit their lunged-up sickness in each man’s eye
whilst sulphurous mist blinds the river delta.
How forever hated this miserable tract
where fallen fruit spoils. Some say there’s hell to
pay for god-given truths the cussèd lacked
the god-given sense to ken. In the saying
is the sooth. How like the snake’s hiss sounds praying.
Read more of Temple Cone's poems in the Spring 2015 edition of the Delaware Poetry Review.
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