sugarcane, flood-bashed & ruined, dragged down like bodies in the field.
Little gray cells working.           A brother shot in the head with a shotgun. A suicidally twilit childhood

"I'm down to 80 pounds and under my clothes like a starving prisoners from the Andersonville Civil War captives camp. I have a few wisps of hair left, which tend to stick out
          wildly."

Andersonville:
the romance of prisoner of war
shot down flying kite-high.           Now on the drug, Tarceva sounding like a Russian princess
in the kitchen door framed by magnolia           their small cigarette burns.

          Ruined sugarcane:
down to 80 lbs hair sticking out wildly:
          Rafters ringing wildly with Amens.