Spring 2009 • Vol. XXXI No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 2009 |

Nocturne

good-bye to the rabbi good-bye to the mourners the bibles, the body held up to the light we left the dead in the fields the bread on the table we left the dead in the fields we left them reclining away from the fields we had matted down away from the grass worn in places, the grass matted and brown, away from the sun on the wood as the wood was lowered we left the dead in the fields we left the book on the tray table washed our hands as the train moved through the bright Boston-bound afternoon we left the dead in the fields we were heading for the sloughing off we were on the banks of it 

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