Scott Thomas Lowe POETRY

"These Three Things"

alone I was
taken in
I was alone
even then
shown a key, shown the floor
shown the bed, shown the door
am I a stranger
and nothing more
than a pile of blankets
lying by a door
It was these three things
these three things
white sugar
white bread
white people
put holes in my head


I seen Grandpa
down by th' shack
he carried Grandma
in a gunny sack
it was these three things
not potatoes and lye
these three things
made Grandma die


white sugar
white bread
whit people
now Grandma's dead


as you go about your business
out in the street
be careful who you talk to
and watch what you eat
because it's these three things
these three things

white sugar
white bread
white people
put holes in your head


Scott Thomas Lowe, L.A., 1978
© Copyright 1978, 2003, Scott Thomas Lowe.
 
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