#1 and #2 (After Grayson and the Other Post-Civil War Succession & Civil War Poets and Wordifiers)
David Earl Williams
#1, I REMEMBER TH’ FILTH...
i remember th’ filth, depravity, th’ shorn cussed-
ness, th’ flunkyism, feudalism—
th’ poverty, th’ degradation, th’ homelessness, land-lessness an’
lawlessness—
fer a few, th’ earth en-tire, th’ money, th’ fat
sit-ye-ations, life station—
trade an’ what-not—
clubs, culture, grandeur, po-lice, gen-tocracy an’ what-all—
ever’ modern thing-a-ma-jig—
th’ horrendifyin’ hoggishness—
but i forgets th’ century whut i’m a-thinkin’ on—
#2, AN’ABJECTION AN’ARROGANCE...
an’ abjection an’ arrogance in th’ proper proportion...
th’ right hand a th’ hangin’ God...
th’ huntin’ a o-possum an’ wild turkey...
fishin’ an’ a-boatin’, giggin’ an’ a-floatin’...
June an’ th’ moon, hoar-frost a-sparklin’ on th’ foliage...
the lil’ courthouse square, th’ gallows a-goin’ up...
th’ oak an’ th’ elm in th’ night, wooden crosses a-
burnin’ bright...
th’ choir of a-Sunday a-singin’, “I’d rather be daid,
daid, daid... an’ over yonder...”
David Earl Williams has been his alias since birth and he's not changing it. To be sure, you'd have to ask his mother and grandmothers to know the truth. But you can't ask them--- they're sleeping now with the Hopewell and Adena who want their land back from the Cherokee and the Shawnee once they've head-tripped it back from the, mostly, but not exclusively, European rejects who are sitting on it now. All that can be said about the alias for sure is that that it's a little like Mike Fink, King of the River Pirates--- it's fluid--- half water snake, half beaver, half bear, half alligator, half Blevins, half Fyffe, maybe, half Williams, maybe a little bit McCoy, (yes, those McCoys... and Bad John Phillips), if you can believe the 3rd cousins twice removed--- and probably, you can't...) Anyway, his I. D. is just like everybody else's--- it's being made up daily, cut like a suit to fit the dummy wearing it---or at least it is until somebody cries bullshit--- that doesn't belong to you, you narcissist !--- and makes it stick.--- But until then, David Earl Williams, he's just like you, Dear Reader--- he's one of a kind, and a representative of millions and the vessel of all their grievances and glory.