blackbirdonline journalFall 2009  Vol. 8  No. 2
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KATIE FORD

Sighting

I did not see a god,
and the god I did not see was not
the god I was told
to see or call, alternately,
in the trade and settle of God’s country
where the farmer’s root crops
were gone, almost—
Shoot me, said the earth,
like a woman who would not
do it to herself. The ones who heard
convinced her why they could not, why not,
even as they took their sticks
to her in the street.
Shoot me, said the earth. Shoot.   end


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