Monday, August 17, 2015
Very American Frontier
The Professor answered all such vulgarity with “Not recently.”
But the rough miners continued to deal this dirty coin. Drunk.
Wives, fed up, started a church. There, a circuit preacher
gave The Word.
It became the only social center, and the women cooked
and baked, and prepared dishes other ways each week.
To an enormous surplus, food spilling out of the small
building into the roadway,
The men tromp through it on their way to the mine.
Singing, rather screaming, of one, Fifi, who wouldn’t...
at first.
On their return, blackly cursing her and wives and all else.
Labels: anti-women, Capitalism, Chinese, Church, food, mining, social, West, women
