Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Saturday, April 21, 2007


At the old gravesite of my mother's grandfather
in Brookline, Massachusetts,
the thump of dirt
dropping on the lowered casket
shudders in my ear,
the burials of my great uncle and aunt,
my hand gripping the shovel.
I'll never know what I've lost.

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