In memory of Tom Logue
One day Tom and Ethel dropped
their baby Louise by Ethel’s brother’s
while driving through Tennessee.
Making their way back to I-40,
Pastor Tom saw a road sign
for two nearby towns:
Difficult 2
Defeated 4
Being a Baptist, he knew
without ever visiting that
somewhere there was bound to be
a Difficult Baptist Church,
a Defeated Baptist Church.
He’d seen both,
and being young, smart,
and in love with all things ironic,
he smiled and drove on.
That was before muscular dystrophy
claimed his oldest son Tommy at 18,
before schizophrenia came to horde out
his youngest son John,
before Tom found how little
give there was to grief.
He lost his appetite over time
for the cake of gloat and smirk,
came to chew on wonder’s crust:
Does anyone ever move
from Defeated to Difficult?
Or from Difficult to Defeated?
Either way it’s only two miles.
Though both places seemed a thousand miles
from nowhere, he came to know, sure as the world,
he’d be a goner in Defeated,
but in Difficult, there he could make it:
He’d vote in every election,
sweep its streets, paint its fences.
Love it
Didn’t know about your connection with West Helena. In college I directed te Ouachita choir and remeber visiting bot West Helena and Helena. I have even ben to Defeated, TN! An interesting poem that appropritely memorializes those TN communities! Thanks.ERNEST
Wonderful tribute to a friend.
A beautiful celebration of a friend! I’m proud of my former high school classmate and his writing!