
In the Shreve High football stadium,
I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Titonsville,
And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,
And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,
Dreaming of heroes.
.
All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.
.
Therefore,
Their sons grow suicidally beautiful
At the beginning of October,
And gallop terribly against each other’s bodies.
James Wright, “Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio”, in Wright/Complete
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