Berrien C. Henderson – “Cormac McCarthy’s Mule Done Gone and Died” – A Poem

Cormac McCarthy’s Mule Done Gone and Died

Riding that mule into Santa Fe
Along the rattlesnake trails
And past scorpion haunts
To broken roads at whose ends
Big thinkers hold court

Just what did you ruminate
Besides Mexico and blood,

What besides the face
Of man’s unraveling destiny

When that mule found its rest
And you perhaps getting home

(evening redness all around)

Maybe into town for a drink
Some pool with the working Joes

A bit of contemplation
Of trigonometry’s finer points

Green crushed velvet
Stained perhaps with blood and beer
And God knows what else

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