poem for the middle of may
Sunday, May 16th, 2010 | subtle juxtapositions
*burial*
…here, at this time,
is where we’ll dig the hole,
here among the poppies
…no bitterness,
just an accession of
that which must be
…no dreaming here,
pick up the rough spade,
& break the earth
…throw the half-snake in,
still wriggling,
cover it quickly,
say no more about it
…later,
watch the pretty blonde
from across the room,
sip your lucky ale
