by JD DeHart
Their song is sifted out
Golden flakes mixed with pyrite
How the baby died, how the food
Ran out, how the pests came
Ate up crops, how the house
Collapsed, the rains came, the bull
Ran away, yet somehow they survived
Always survived, and their proud
Mothers with shotguns cocked fought
Alongside the men, sometimes braver
Than their male counterparts and progeny.
JD DeHart is the editor of Mount Parable, teaches English and is a resident of Tennessee. His work has appeared in Steel Toe Review, Eye On Life and The Literary Yard.