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 Posted: Sun Mar 10th, 2013 02:56 pm
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You have an excellent memory.

And I do so wish you'd leave your own writing up for longer than a day. I look, I read, I leave, I come back to comment, and it's gone...poof, nary a trace.

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 Posted: Sat Mar 9th, 2013 02:42 am
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I remember the herring bone coat
it came up before in another poem of yours Timmy
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In some regions of China,
a dead man’s reputation
is considered proportional
to the number of guests
who attend his funeral;
strippers are often hired
to pull crowds

In Madagascar, the dead
are often pulled from graves
and carried about, body danced
above attendees, but only once
every seven years

Stoney ground in Tibet
makes burial often impossible,
so the dead are often chopped,
mixed with flour and left
to be eaten by scavenging birds

In Wisconsin, my own father
is stored in cold porcelain;
at the funeral, I suppressed an urge
to pilfer some ashes for fear
of not knowing which body part
was being placed into my hand, or
being smudged beneath my fingerprints

Yesterday, I took his herring bone sport
coat down to a charity store; hopefully,
I gave it away to someone else’s father;
four years after his death, we continue
to misunderstand each other

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