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*
TWICE-TOLD TALE *
CLAY
We was out diggin' in the cornfields,
End of a long, hot workin' day.
Last rays of a blood-red sun shone down,
Thowin' long, long shadders of the cornstalks
And the foddershocks on the ground.
NELLY
It's a grand story!
EUNICE
He tells it lovely!
CLAY
He come up quiet as
a pine snake,
And smiled, with a hard look in his eye.
"Get you to the preacher man," he said,
"'Cause it's time I'm rid o' ya.
Tell the preacher man you an' Widder Casey gon' be wed."
SARA
And what kind was
she?
CLAY
She, with an odious
reputation miles
around.
She, the most hojous lookin' woman ever found,
With a gimpy leg and a blinded eye.
May the Lord strike me down to die
If she wasn't three hundred pound!
SARA
And did you hit him
then?
CLAY
(impersonating
his father)
"Go on now, get to it.
Go wed the wife I chose.
I got no use for layabouts like you."
(as
himself)
"I ain't gonna do it.
Why all the county knows
That she done give me suck 'til I was two."
(as
his father)
"Don't you purt off to me
Or I'll tan your worthless hide."
(as
himself)
"If you try to make me
You'll be sorry that you tried."
And I raised my shovel,
He raised his hoe.
He said, "By God, you'll do it."
And I said, "No!"
EUNICE
So that's when you
killed him?
CLAY
With a wild cry he
broke forth,
Swung his level hoe.
Like a cat I skittered north
To dodge that terrible blow.
With a swift swing from the east
I finished off the job.
My shovel hit, and split him
To his Adam's apple's knob.
©
2009 by Peter Mills