Tag: undead


Peace, Part II

I don't know what you call
the opposite of a land mine
but I found another today.
I was cleaning
and I found a dusty jar of kohlrabi pickles
sealed in the summer just before the war.
I've kept these pickles a long time—
there were days
I wouldn't look …
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Ghosts

Home is where your ghosts roam,
where you buried the dog
you kind of neglected
in a cardboard box
too close to the garden
and every day you walk
mere feet from his bones.

Homecoming means talking to ghosts
and more, listening—
the end of the prodigal journey,
coming home …
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Post-Apocalyptic Radio Broadcasts

All the prayers I have left, gathered by scraping
out my skull with the most thorough spatula I own,
are those beginning with the vacuously conditional
"If you exist" and ending with an endless asymptotic descent
toward wordlessness. Undead moaning. Whoever,
whatever, if, if—Have mercy! God(s) or goddess …
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