More than just coal dust and old racism,
we are a land of concrete and rebar
spread out over rolling hills
and the corpses of forests.
More than just hard hats and cold beds,
we are lost daughters in the back yard
calling out to God, but not too loudly
in case the neighbors should suspect.
More than just slots and numbers,
we are a members-only gambling night
held by the booster club at the PTA meeting,
and the school board always wins.
More than just or evil,
We are complicated
by our pasts and futures,
and as we O.D.
and lick shots
and fade away,
we will live on in this cold earth.