Appalachian Spring
This article originally appeared in Southern Exposure Vol. 10 No. 1, "Who Owns Appalachia?" Find more from that issue here.
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In this occupied territory
made war upon,
terrorists set blasts
making mole hills out of mountains —
six-weeks-till-frost
and Jack-in-the-Pulpit
supplanted by Sericea lespedeza.
*****
Stripped of recourse the rivers succumb
surrender rags hung from flood
till dogwood bloom —
for every kickback, a kick.
*****
Blood splashes on bark
mark the lines of demarcation —
the backside of glazed gob pile
no buffer of trees can mask
looming ever ready
to bequest its over burdened truth
next rain —
peaks above
falling prey to dozers
driven by kin
against their wills.
— Bob Henry Baber
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Bob Henry Baber
Bob Henry Baber is a West Virginia poet and one of the founders of the Southern Appalachian Writers’ Cooperative SA WCJ. He is consulting director of the Appalachian Poetry Project. (1982)