ELEGY FOR A SMALL TOWN
When geese fly south across the sky
Aroun’ this time each year,
Ain’t nothin’ much to see some guy
Go out ‘n’ dress a deer.
Fact is, it ain’t the slightest bit
Unusual ‘roun here
To see some game hung up ‘n’ split
Wide open, ‘til it’s bled.
O’ course, it’s somethin’ to admit
How when they called on Ed,
That’s jus’ the scene them po-lice foun’
Outside there, in ‘is shed.
I guess that’s why when rifles soun’
An’ skies grow thick with geese,
There ain’t a soul in this whole town
Who won’t recall Bernice.
Johnny reads "Elegy for a Small Town":
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Johnny confesses: "This poem explores the lasting impact of Bernice Worden’s 1957 murder on the town of Plainfield, Wisconsin. From the ballad’s mundane opening to its grisly conclusion, Dante’s rhyme scheme, terza rima, proved inspirational in terms of structuring a brief narrative."