Toot, Toot ®

In the Deep South, I am the Holy Spirit with hands brown and gnarled as the great Oaks’ spiderweb roots
and a voice soft and dark as the Appalachian sky.
I am the swamp kingdom patriarch children are sent to me
when sins need to be wished away like sores,
My presence straightens the spines of wayward souls
and coaxes a “Yes Sir” from the devil’s own.

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