Walker County Council Meeting

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 WALKER COUNTY COUNCIL MEETING


— first Thursday of every month


The quorum hobbles through the hobbled door

of the civic center, as if being touched by God


in the hip socket were requisite for living 

here. Mr. Chairman bestows the blessing


followed by the minutes, then opens the floor

for public comment. The proposed rock quarry


in Rock Spring is of chief concern, the chief

financial officer proffering the neighborly promise


to open the floor just above the water line, 

which is just more lies—per Vince McGill 


off Five Points Spur, down by the Helicopter Park—

to obtain the land and begin drilling well


below that, contaminating the ground-

water. Up bubbles a low murmur, then a spill over 


of comments regarding the recent infestation 

of litterbugs in Lafayette, the merit of another bite


on tax dollars for the county’s new Dodge Ram, 

a shout out for such a damn successful Desert Storm 


memorial at the library. No decisions are made, 

and the contingent hobbles home the way


they came, freshly blessed to more keenly feel

the peculiar, particular wound of being here.


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