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Rooty Tooty Speech of the West

I’m going to to a reading of one of my own poems that I wrote. It lends itself to the speech well with some of the similes that are used. Though I think that it might have come across more southern in my recording than Western but I’ve always felt like those two are really close in dialects.  Here is the poem that I wrote.


By: Kim Sealock

I can tell you it didn’t hurt

as much as I thought it would.


What hurt was when the doc

plunged his forceps deep into my shoulder.

The laudanum didn’t

dull the pain.

I could feel the cold forceps

fumbling and shaking deep

inside my fevered body;

never quite grasping the bullet.

Until finally with luck

the doc gripped the bullet

and tugged it up, with the same force

as an eager child tugs on the rope,

when trying to win a game of Tug-of War.


I screamed as the iron slug

tore its way out

the same way it had entered.

I wasn’t the only one screaming

there in that tent.

Billy Joe Williamson

is screaming as a needle binds his skin together.

Bobby Johnson

is screaming as the saw makes its way through his bone,

with the sound of nails on a chalkboard.

Patrick Smith

is screaming because he sees the light

and can’t remember how many Hail Mary’s he was supposed to say.

There were many others screaming

from our regiment.


My screaming stopped briefly

once the slug had been freed

from the muscled home

it had made itself.

The doc set my skin on fire

with whiskey in my open wound,

it hurt like a thousand tiny devils

trying to rip every nerve in two.


The doc bandaged me up

I shrugged on my grey jacket

grabbed my musket

and wobbled out of the tent.

The doc yelled at me to take it easy.

I buttoned my Virginia buttons

and told him colonels never quit.