The Old Gods Died At Appomattox

How harsh the
Indian names. Now: now the
River is glittering
Under this same noonday
Sun. the trees have
Fallen and regrown,
Shadows dappled and this is all-too

How harsh the
Old names. Up North a bit,
Spotsylvania. Fredericksburg.
And Battle-sounding
Here a whiff of cigarette smoke
A blue flag shadow
A rush of heat

How harsh the
Familiar names

An unnamed river here

Zeus and Jupiter perched Somewhere
The Old Gods and Older still light-colored
Flowers and horse-hair set about the
Harsh Indian