March 14, 2007

Let us put our graves
in the
middle
of things.

Our people interred in surprising
and
inappropriately appropriate places.

At the core of a
carousel
at the corner of
Main and broad

Beneath a bench on a
subway platform.

In your
bathroom
At the table near the
window
At the ice cream stand that opens
each summer
at the beach

Around the Christmas Table
Around the Seder Table

In a
book
In a
song.

Perhaps powdered and co-joined with
a cloud.

In the
ocean

In that
wave

In this
shell

In the
mirror

In these
hands

Mixed into the mortar of our
houses

Not in the
suburbs
of the
deceased.