Sunday, March 5, 2017

Poem XXIII: Obsequies

TODAY I finally buried
Polyneices
the mole
which Argos killed
sometime back in November
!

He'd been lying exposed for months
in  sun and rain
snow and frost.
The birds and dogs of excarnation
were letting us down.

We waited for them to do the right thing
but they all cruised by like
'No thanks.'

Finally, today,  I said, 'You know what?
Forget it.'
and grabbed a shovel
and some tongs.

And now Polyneices the mole
is underground where he belongs.











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