![]() RufusA Poem by PerryRufus said his prayers as we pushed him out the boxcar door. He hung up in a barbwire coil, and we clattered down the track. We spooned up all his beans, then smoked up his tobacco. We tore his bedroll and found nothing, yellowed letters, a picture of his Pa, and shame before God, who judged us on those scrubby plains while we lay in straw corners, our guts full of hatred for what we'd taken, for his crooked teeth and his shuffling gait. But he'd tasked our generosity.
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