By | 1 February 2018

for Neddy

Furious bright day
on which the calendar
notation reminds
of jackhammers at dawn,
the digging of a hole
to be filled at dusk:

pool of clear sky
unsympathetic to such
endeavour, the careful
mapping of dogged grief
onto earth—
fault lines expanded

by heat. Hours
warped by shifting
ground, our wait
to undo the cryonics
of final injection.
The veterinarian’s

receptionist reads back
dimensions, white
old blind eyes stay
frosted until the rite
lurches ahead, body
thaws into hothouse

embrace of sweat, dirt
and the various
wisdoms: remembrance,
fidelity, the give of
suburban landscaping
and fumbling prayer.

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