The Queen of Dillard Holler

The Queen of Dillard Holler

 

By Elton Camp

 

Dillard Holler is down by the railroad track

Some places the street would be a cul de sac

Except that from the very front to the back,

Every house is nothing but a run-down shack

 

In that place, Matilda is the reigning queen

She looks like forty, but she’s only eighteen

Matilda’s scepter is a brown bottle of beer

Her throne’s a chair on the front porch, I hear

 

And when princely suitors may come to call,

Matilda regally welcomes them, one and all

To the Queen, a bit of tribute they will pay

“Here it is, Matilda,” now to have their way

 

The Queen wears her dress cut down so low

Neighbors say, “That girl’s nothing but a ho.”

But when Matilda was just a very young child

None of them cared that she was running wild

 

What might have been the effect of kind words?

But nothing like that by Matilda was ever heard

Her red-haired mother lay drunk night after night

And her bleary-eyed father was at the bar to fight

 

Matilda, pretty and smart, might have done well

Neighbors and her kin said, “She’s a child of hell.”

Her role as Queen will Matilda ever abdicate?

Or for her, can it be even now just far too late?



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An American tragedy.
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