Day Twenty-One: ‘Scatter The Ashes’

April 21, 2013

Follow the smoke and coffee of AA crowds

down Seventh to the cathedrals and the chapels

where scores of men have fled their haystack towns

and women’s dresses flutter in fields of apples

in visions. Now turn your eyes to drink the scene:

the lens and boot generation thugging against

the fences of life, ever the in-between

and shiftless as dark wind. The money’s spent,

the four-year assault on movement fresh as snow

to hunters. They can’t return, the fidgety throng,

so they turn to trails and drunk Europe. They’ll glow

as bulbs half-screwed and float like errant songs.

The fractured waste of new millennium

is all. Scatter the ashes in requiem.


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