Sunday, April 3, 2011

"Elegy, Post-Paternal," by Brian Henry

Dead a weekend
& a day &
found on the floor
of his apartment's
one bedroom
where he'd been sleeping
to calm the hurt
in his back,
he'd swollen
beyond human
when I saw him
at the home
three hours before
he was to be flown
in his coffin
two states down
& burned
scattered
across the land
he'd hated
until he'd grown
& still hated
but now had no choice
but to embrace
&, dead, own.

(2010)

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