NaPo Day 13


It is called
Little Egypt
because of
its rivers and
the fertile
land. Because
of starvation’s
for a handful
of meal.
Because of
slavery and its
in uncivil
war. Little Egypt
is not in the south
of the state,
it’s everywhere,
its boundaries
the boundaries
of the promised
land, its capital
the capital
creamed off
of labor. It’s make
hay while the sun
shines, it’s the
massacre—mass acre—
at Haymarket.


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