Academic journal article Field

Was Several Cubicles We've Kept Our Hearts In

Academic journal article Field

Was Several Cubicles We've Kept Our Hearts In

Article excerpt

and here the grief I thought was my own

was a couple of grandfathers:

one a faraway bridge

to a past now largely elapsed

and another holding an explosive device in the photo

because that past too was violent and dull.

and still is, and people act accordingly.

they feign blindness. they slug each other

in the backyard the trees all around in awe.

just open the door. north of here

there is a tool shop folded

into the hillside a long time.

there are children like any autumn

discovering grief or perjury. my grandfather

if he's lucky isn't remembered for anything.

before that he stood on the deck of a ship

just coming into view

as serious as a doorknob.

he put on his hat and walked into an evening

as any person would,

as if summoned. …

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