Monday, August 15, 2005

In Response to a Rumor That the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned -- James Wright

I will grive alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago down laong
The Ohio shore.
I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
Upstream from the sewer main
Pondering, gazing.

I saw down river,
At Twenty-third and Water Streets
B the vinegar works,
The doors open in early evening.
Swinging their purses, the women
Poured down the long street to the river
And into the river.

I do no tknow how it was
They could drown every evneing.
What time near dawn did they climb up the other shore,
Drying their wings?
For the river at Wheeling, West Virginia,
Has only two shores:
The one in hell, the other
In Bridgeport, Ohio.

And nobody would commit suicide, only
To find beyond death
Bridgeport, Ohio.


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