Ode To Carson McCullers

like a clap and pop of paper over rock
your musing purview beats slaphappy moments
your contaminated southern sway
with bullets unraveling little girl lace
like festering spots on a sweetheart’s lips
if you could only speak, would you forgive?
would you tell that dullard all you did?
spill the penitence like ink runs down a moon crescent
you make alack of us
but not anathema