BIG GEORGIA
The fiery delight of eastern
states - far from the stars,
quiet, unknown, Big Georgia
sits down to wait. Past the
geo-protrusions ripe for the
grind, the thwarted landscape
of red-orange clay lies unabashed
beneath our fiery sun. These?
These are Atlanta's children?
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What ancient force brought up
from squalid seas these forms
and frames now set upon this
land? Were Divinity yet here,
we'd know how plain an answer
would be. But, alas, all magic
seems to wane. They are fading
fast : the trail of tears, the forced
relocation of tribal Cherokee.
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These are Atlanta's children?
That walk the ancient grass? No,
no, that matter cannot be, and this
awful world is wrong again.
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