when e lit the kerosene lamps by jimmy carter

there seemed to be a feeling in the home
that something was there in the corner
in the dark corners
just beyond the light
like a warm and friendly vapor
coming back from days before---
grandpa, maybe, or one of the hands
who used to work for us

white boss or black servant
it wasn't very clear

the sidon girls by dudley fitts

O scaly-backed lykainis,
O shame of Aphrodite,
Lykainis, shapeless as a starved snake,
Lykainis, from whose bed
The lousiest drunken goatherd would bolt in
horror,
yah! yah!
there are the girls you meet in Sidon!