Papa died smiling

Wide as the ring of a bell

Gone all star white

Small as a wish in a well

And Sodom, South Georgia

Woke like a tree full of bees

Buried in Christmas

Bows and a blanket of weeds



Papa died Sunday and I understood

All dead white boys say, "God is good"

White tongues hang out, "God is good"



Papa died while my

Girl Lady Edith was born

Both heads fell like

Eyes on a crack in the door

And Sodom, South Georgia

Slept on an acre of bones

Slept through Christmas

Slept like a bucket of snow



Papa died Sunday and I understood

All dead white boys say, "God is good"

White tongues hang out, "God is good"le of beads