Prairie Schooner, June 22nd, 2005
The Unconsoled That blood-curdling cry, that sharp ascending wail: Wooooh sweet jesus somebody wake up the world! Adrenaline still courses through my veins And I am running banging on my own front door To rouse my father slow to rouse inside; When the 911 woman asks if he's alive I tell her I don't know his wife just found Him please god you've got to send someone! After the coroner has come and shown How purple marks on the dead man's chest spell heart Attack, pronounced him dead, zipped up the bag And gone, She, the girl I was, stands out Behind her neighbor's pulpwood truck--the truck He d...
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