Untitled by Braden Bell in Poetry on May 24, 2012 February 5, 2020 Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email The country grew fatter by the acre as some of us wondered whether there were any words left. These thin ribs choked the plains that are so damn plenty and the skies thundered from the west. Share This Previous Post← Untitled by Braden Bell Untitled by Braden Bell Next PostSunset Behind Coal Plant by Chris Crittenden → Sunset Behind Coal Plant by Chris Crittenden You May Also Like Poetry Spring 2023 “Reproductive Doctor” and “The Sperm of God” View Post Poetry Spring 2023 A Daughter of Diaspora Comes Home View Post Poetry Spring 2023 She Gets a Break View Post