sun and moon and radio
farmers pay dearly;
their natural resource: turn
the world off early.
and conveyor for a hearse,
Newall Carpenter Senior's
two patented works.
. . .
Kilbourne. Eighteen sixty-eight.
Twelve hundred women and boys hopped.
When the market raced down to a dime a pound
from sixty-five cents, planters who'd staked
all they had, stopped.
Old Hamilton hailed the man from the grocery store:
What's today, Friday? Thursday! Oh,
nothing till tomorrow.