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if he needs a million acres
to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it cause he feels awful poor inside
everybody
got sins
everybody got to
die
all their love
was thinned
what does uncle john do atone?
left gum under pillows for children
how does uncle john’s guilt manifest?
excessive drinking, eating, lusting
how much do the joads sell their belongings for?
eighteen dollars
its neck stretched
its body warped
squash em on my
face, an let em run offen my chin
drank it fast
to make the impact hard and stunning
how can we
live without our lives
dust hung in the air
for a long time after the loaded cars had passed
as to invite
slapping and stroking
left an
unbreaking loneliness on him
don’t let em forget
they’re taking your time
moon was
insubstantial and thin
goggled his mind
muzzled his speech
[the land] had
no prayers or curses
more efficient
to leave the engine running
if a man owns
a little property, that property is him
munched the
branded pie and threw the crust away
there’s nobody
to shoot
a large red drop
of sun lingered … like a bloody rag
if i’m touched
i’m touched
they fix em
so you can’t win nothing
no riders
sticker
correspondence
school courses
flipped the
turtle like a tiddly wink
got a lot of sinful ideas -
but they seem kinda sensible
the sperit
ain’t in the people much no more
there ain't no sin
and there ain’t no virtue
i’d take one
of them girls out in the grass and i’d lay with her
the banks were machines
and masters all at the same time
the owner men
were a little proud to be slaves to such cold and powerful masters
they breathe
profits
one man on a tractor
can take the place of twelve or fourteen families
the bank is
something else than men
they ignored
hills and … houses
green
bayonet
Weeds grew darker green
To protect themselves
The corn fought the wind
With its weakened leaves
To feel whether this time
the men would break
The women knew that they were safe
If their men were whole
future ruin
of the visor
yellow
nailed feet
why do we got to
hang it on god or jesus
maybe that's the holy sperit-
the human spirit
there wasn't nothing
in it, good or bad?
one could not be an owner
Unless one were cold
All of them were caught in
Something larger than themselves
Pump blood back
Into the land
We have to do it. We
don't like to do it
being born on it, working on it, dying
on it. that makes ownership
men made it, but
they can't control it
fight to keep our land, like
pa and granpa did
not plowing
but surgery
raping
methodically
against your
own people?
graveyard
ghos
were doing something just by
been here, were trespassing
the winged hunters
moved soundlessly overhead
small inept eyes watching
for weaknesses
were runnin a business
not a charity ward
a lone man like
that don't live long
if she ever deeply wavered or
despaired the family would fall
the tenant people
sifted their belongings
but you can't start. only
a baby can start
Ma looked to Tom to speak, because he was a
Man but Tom did not speak
The truck crawled
Slowly through the dust
Dead
Tractor
Al was one
With the engine
I ain't felt so safe
In a long time
He died the minute
You took im off the place
This is the beginning
From i to we
The quality of owning
Freezes you forever into 'i'
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