Maleficiations in Missouri or, Bewitched in Belle

 Maleficiations in Missouri 

                     or,

      Bewitched in Belle

        by Frogg Corpse

I consumed this mushroom 

From an unmarked grave

On a Meramec Hill 

That the frontier claimed.

Over rugged moss traversed

By its wilderness untamed

In the harshness of the Ozarks

Two-hundred & fifty mouths plagued.

When taking the dead in,

I swallowed a spirit

Quartz palmed in hand

We walked through tall timbers.

Scoured glade & the bend

An outcropping of plight

Passing rhyolite field, 

The chert and the dolomite

Sienna November 

Smoothed at its center

Near gullies untouched

Hugging bones of past children

The first snow set in

The flood subsided 

The crunching cold earth

Threading needles of pine

Where a willow had waned 

The old heart pauses firm 

From the barn to the bog

Across great prairies unruled

A look by those eyes

With the words that I had heard 

Both hit hard as gravel

At eighty miles on the road 

You will never know, 

How much you are missed. 

You will never know,

How much that it meant.