Nick Dupree

In The Alabama Senate

Shadows of cigars past

and old men

haunt the halls that

I slip through

to find a small committee room

carpet chairs bolted down

A kindly politician

gray suit and

catfish face

droopy, happy eyes

introduces himself.

they'll be here soon

talking, laughing,

Southern accents and idioms

fill the room

like a Sunday barbecue.

stalls to silence

as one of five

booms out

and a quiet voice,

machine gasps like crashing waves

tells of death and life.

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