by Meena Alexander
Soon I will be given to earth,
Folded in a death squat
Together with pig marrow,
Swan’s down, thread-leaved sundew,
Pitchblende sucking bones in.
Where is grandfather now?
My friend says think of old Walt
Bent over his dead enemy –
Touching lips to encoffined flesh.
So where do they live
The twin sisters Night and Death?
Will they wash the ground clean?
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