who the hell are you, my ghost asks, appalled,
to write such drivel? to attack a mother
of five—any mother of five—over
a southern drawl and little more. growing
up as you did one of five, though the second
natural child of that benighted mother
of five in centralarkansas . . . you who
saw her struggles should have more sympathy,
more understanding for the general
plight of any mother overburdened!
to this accusation, what defense to raise
but to claim artistic license? humor
is the greatest solace of the overburdened,
refuge to the overpopulated.
David M Pitchford