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Boneyard
Like heat he seeks them,
my son, thirsting
to learn those
he don’t know
are his dead—
some with his name
carved in the stones
he leaps on
& between. Their fake
flowers will outlive
even doubt.
Beside the boneyard
six men nail & saw
together a house,
their lumber
sliced even, still
golden. They build
a kind of heaven,
chipping in—something
all yours, the neighbors
honking hello
as they roll by,
no rush, envious—
wondering under
their breath how long
will paradise take
& whether you’ll finish
in this lifetime.
Issue: Spring 2020 / Volume 96/1
Published: March 2, 2020