Ohio

Nomads abound.
Call it Adena.
Hand to mouth to hand.

Building a mound,
complex,
the earthworks stand on land
that can’t help being the way it is.

Can’t stop catching diseases.

This isn’t Paris.
This is Ohio,
but we’re trying to do the best we can.

This isn’t London.
This is Ohio,
but we’re carrying on and on.

She was defined at sixty thousand.
Illinois Country’s gone.

Build up her sons.
Strong ones get sent away to say
they can’t helping feeling the way they feel.

Can’t help making amendments real.

This isn’t Faro.
This is Ohio,
and we’re trying to do the best we can.

This isn’t funny.
This is Ohio,
where it’s going on,
going on and on.