Down Main to Amity, that
street of friendship inimical
to New England,
the Yankee scold of mind.
At the gathering, words slip
through clashing tones.
A son of textile mills clouts
a working-class brother,
as though rich men divide us
so we quash our revolution.
(13 January 2014: II)
copyright 2014 by Floyce Alexander
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