PHILIP W. JENKS
 
 

THE EFFECTS OF IT
 

I died last night
Nothing but a fire
Mute coals
Ash water -

Had been "phased out,"
Drinking from that cup
again, you difficult
You "spitted upon"
You gassed out 
You bathwater you oven you venture.

That holler hovers
crushed up like a cup
rushed under cover - 
All tore up 
in lung valley
Black lung whiskey
Abolish