The Hoss Sonnet

by Ed Southern

I sometimes wish I were a burly man,
Made one with those big hosses on the field
In khakis and a golf shirt, shoulders back
And beefy arms crossed beefily atop
My gut: ex-player, aging jock, at home
At all home games. I sometimes wish I drawled.

O for that heft! O for that certitude!
That right is might so might’s for right, and Christ
Adores the USA, and private property,
Good defense, and the South; and heaven will
Be like a family dinner, gathered ‘round
Celestial tables: not a reaping, not
A nullifying shock, a melting down
Into the All, the universal Love.


ED SOUTHERN grew up in both Carolinas and is a proud product of their public schools. He is the author of Fight Songs: A Story of Love and Sports in a Complicated South(2021, Blair), a finalist for the 2022 SIBA Southern Book Prize in Creative Nonfiction. His work has appeared in The Bitter Southerner, storySouth, the North Carolina Literary Review, Salvation South, the Asheville Poetry Review, and elsewhere. Since 2008 he has been the executive director of the North Carolina Writers’ Network. edsouthern.com