exhumation

Willow, in perfect harmony with the forest

 

exhumation



                          for Willow, the pointer-setter


who are you digging for          sweetheart?
              what scrap
                                      of your life
have you stashed
                            in the ground?           whose
              memories
                                      have replenished
the soil?             how I wish
              it were mine                this
                                      single-minded
joy
              for digging     my sole
purpose
                           hinging on finding
what I can only                         sense
                                      is there
              something
                                      clean as a bone
sufficient unto itself
                                                    enough
to feed                          someone’s hunger


First published in Poemeleon, the Tryth/y Issue, Volume XI, Spring 2020

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