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Ruins
Today I
saw
my
ancestor
I saw
the picture
of his
cancer
a weak
body bent
deep
eyes
fallen
cheeks
his tall
form
wilting
like
drought
crops.
My
mother remembers
her
grandfather
from the
pictures
from her
mother's
album
of the
four brothers
He,
noble
but
failing away
in his
chair.
And I
saw his home
now
tilted
crooked
pillar
crushed
on the fold
emptied
saved
newspapered walls:
"1908.
New Non-fading Dye"
hornets'
nest
and
white bird shit
and my mother's
memories of
bay windows
and hot ovens
and the pictures
of her grandfather's
cancer.
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They Paved the Road
The county paved the
road
between graveyard
and graveyard
rejoining the Simons
departed
(beyond each entrance
the road flew after
the cars in uprooted
dry dust and pebbles.)
Perhaps too late
as the autos of
the hereafter
must already be pitted. |
