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Poetry

VIC'TRY​
By Alex Forsyth
​

Come listen, I will tell you
Of the boys who never made it home.
There ain’t nothing much round here to do,
But drink around and drive.
The deer paths built the roads
Three hundred years ago or more.
                               ​        ​Oak Lane, so named, for the oak tree in the middle of the                        
opposing lanes.

                                        Treacherous fog sweep in, dense and thick, obscure the route.
Come listen, I will sing to you
The songs we sang, on the levee.
Tugboats, and the javelina beaches…
The wars we fought under the hum of pirate radio beacons.
The bobcat moaning of the switching yards.
                                      The skeeters could pick you up and carry you off, lift your net to light a
smoke, a thousand bites on neck and chin.
                                             Even the mud was hot as panic, gleaming eyes in the night.

​
Come listen, I’ll relate to you
The arena dust at sunset.
Men of an ancient nation, hundred thousand acres
Granted by the King of Spain.
Beer cocktails made with nopalitos and limon
Dodging the strong back legs of cabellos,
Dodging the strong haughty derision
Of dispossessed and mounted lords.
                                         Cavalry of sage smoke and lanterns, lives lived in horse trailers with little
sleep, cups of cowboy coffee at the taxidermy shop appoint attorney generals.

                                        Of honor in poverty, gun battles at the courthouse, year 1969.
             “Tierra o Muerte” in the old Río Arriba.
Come listen, I will tell you
Of things you will remember, but will not understand.
Come listen, I will sing to you,
Songs you will understand, but never remember.
Come listen, I’ll relate to you
The centuries of mourning, battle, triumph, and nightfall.


​ ​Alex Forsyth is in their second semester at PCC. A chapbook,
Praise God, was published by KEITH LLC, in May 2022.
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  • Online Issue No. 10
  • About
    • PCC Inscape Instagram
  • SUBMISSIONS
  • ISSUE ARCHIVE
    • Online Issue No.9
    • 2016 Fall Online
    • 2016 Sppring Online
    • 2017 Fall Online
    • 2017 Print Issue - Manifesto TOC
    • 2018 Fall Print Issue - Frankenstein TOC
    • 2018 FA Frankenstein Companion
    • 2018 Summer Online
    • 2018 Fall Folio - VOTE
    • 2018 Fall Spirituality
    • 2019 Celebrating Dia De Los Muertos
    • 2019 SPR Mental Health Companion >
      • Issue Intro
    • 2019 Fall Folio -- Moon Moon
    • 2019 Fall Folio
    • 2020 Summer Folio
    • 2020 Feb Folio
    • 2021 Feb Folio
  • Feral Parrot : The Blog
  • 2022 Handley Awards
  • INTERVIEWS
  • Inscape Alumni Board