He came to earth,
was born to a jealous man and a believing woman,
and opened his eyes to a kudzu world
choked with tension, strife, vain imaginings,
hounds, chickens, eggs, and gardens,
yes-sirs and no-ma'ams, yelling preachers,
snuff-dipping and can spitting,
barely concealed cruelty and violence
which could erupt at any odd moment,,
calm and singing and laughter,
one-cent sales downtown,
and the strangely-accented voices on the radio.
A kudzu world, where even the strongest tree
could be smothered by surrounding creeping intimacy,
slowly moving in to maim and destroy.
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