This poem is taken from PN Review 248, Volume 45 Number 6, July - August 2019.
Two Poems
Father
‘Buried at sea, yesterday.’
Epitaph for John Patrick O’Brien, as requested
How far from where you are to where
I am, both of us
dusted off, shirts
pressed, trousers adjusted. These songs being
such as
they are. Your hat
you’ll also be needing, that temple
of higher thought, index of
good government.
How far from whence you came
or whence we go
together?
‘A man’s hat,’ you said,
‘should talk
to his shoes.’ Do you believe
there are sufficient days
in a life
for mourning
...
‘Buried at sea, yesterday.’
Epitaph for John Patrick O’Brien, as requested
How far from where you are to where
I am, both of us
dusted off, shirts
pressed, trousers adjusted. These songs being
such as
they are. Your hat
you’ll also be needing, that temple
of higher thought, index of
good government.
How far from whence you came
or whence we go
together?
‘A man’s hat,’ you said,
‘should talk
to his shoes.’ Do you believe
there are sufficient days
in a life
for mourning
...
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