Postures 2007: #16 from Side Two
"After the Funerals of a Friend and an Uncle" 1 The dead have no way of looking the same as you or I Cursed in changes from fertile eggs to wrinkles blessed in the air and earth they have moved beyond our indecisions left our tables Yellow waxy deprived of blood they cannot blush or whiten 2 Milkweed in the circling field blooms dries splits and we don't want to know
[ "After the Funerals . . ." was originally published in Sou'wester. ] ------- Brian A. J. Salchert
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