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Open Poetry #42

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shirtless
Member

since 2006-04-29

Posts 359

0 posted 2008-06-17 05:54 PM

found him
at least a month
hot summer dead
in the closed windowed
upper bedroom
of the sagging farmhouse

some bones
already
bare as amnesia

maggots
numerous enough to be heard
bringing his insides outside

beneath the broken spine
of the barn
I syphoned gasoline
from a crippled tractor
and cremated him
in the farmhouse pyre

drove the hundred miles
to Calgary
the stench
forever visible in the rearview mirror

and after shift
when we leave the slaughterhouse
for The Broken Stallion
Larry and Brett
never ask
why the first drink
is always
“to my father”

poetry podcasts, blogs and[ photopoems at URL= http://anthonyarmstrong.ca

XOx Uriah xOX
Senior Member

since 2006-02-11

Posts 1403
Virginia

1 posted 2008-06-17 08:00 PM

Cheers !

Roniece Dawson-Bruce
Member Ascendant

since 2000-01-29

Posts 5689
Sydney, Australia

2 posted 2008-06-17 08:19 PM

beautiful gifting Anthony... I have missed reading you

love RDB

Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight.........

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

3 posted 2008-06-17 08:54 PM

Wow, Anthony, this is like a punch in the face. I had forgotten how powerful your writing can be. Glad to see you back.
Ida

Robert E. Jordan
Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-25

Posts 8541
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

4 posted 2008-06-17 09:10 PM

Yo Shirtless,

If you were buying, I wouldn't ask either--polite you know.

This is a nice poem.

Bobby

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