Emilio Juarez Dies

#Poetry

Tue, May 26th, 1998 04:00 by Christopher Stolle ARTICLE

left front row -
dense country breeze
gently rains down.

inadequate crowd -
naked in tears
for showing up
empty-handed.

someone speaks -
i have never met him,
but he knows names,
places, accomplishments.

stone-packed field -
i see two for my parents,
and my sister, fragile,
drops a tulip between them.

civilian tradition -
no honorable flag,
no guns, no bugle;
generic newspaper ashes.

it's unbelievable to think
poets die like everyone else.

  1744

 

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