Sodom, South Georgia

Papa died smiling wide as the ring of a bell

Gone all star white, small as a wish in a well

And Sodom, South Georgia woke like a tree full of bees

Buried in Christmas, bows and a blanket of weeds

Papa died Sunday and I understood

All dead white boys say, "God is good"

White tongues hang out, "God is good"

Papa died while my girl Lady Edith was born

Both heads fell like eyes on a crack in the door

And Sodom, South Georgia slept on an acre of bones

Slept through Christmas, slept like a bucket of snow

Papa died Sunday and I understood

All dead white boys say, "God is good"

White tongues hang out, "God is good"