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This poem is taken from PN Review 272, Volume 49 Number 6, July - August 2023.

Three Poems Christian Wiman
Dialects and Dithyrambs

The gunned man gathers his groceries,
howdy-do’s a local grandma,
and scuffs to his truck.

The radio reminds him to rage.
Liver-y liberals! Like a jar of white worms,
the seethe and glop and blind imbroglio.

What the catfish relish.
Grubs, more like, reticulate as thumbs.
‘Member that mammoth spelunkable mouth outta’ Caddo?’

My lexicon surprises you, madam,
as if meat could read?
Stirruped words, yeehawing the zeitgeist.  

Left on Murray right on Stone,
left right left right straight on
to the unlubricious sleep.
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