Dig until you bleed

Dig up the sullen southern weeds behind the

fence line and you will find it,

roots wrapped in red red clay. You will find it

and it will stain your hands.

There are arrowheads yet to find in the Piedmont earth.

Do you realize how many bones you walk over in a day?

Somesoul built his home here, once,

Another man bled, heart flattened by a crude lead ball.

or by the blessings of a brutish blonde belle

There are bodies yet to find in the Piedmont earth.

Quick, think of something of value and worth!

Think of what your daddy taught you, some

Something like

don’t you be bringing home some nigger girl,

or,

Son, you’d better not be queer.

There are gods yet to find in the Piedmont earth.