Spring 2014

Volume 9, Issue 1



Female Pallbearer


Mother, I will carry your body
when you die. I will hoist the heaviness,
share it with the men who loved you. I
have decided you will be my burden, my weight
to bear without wincing, to lift without expression.
I will raise your body, once host, but repay
no sacrifice. I will lay you down gently,
a long night closing, a season coming
to an end.







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