A Reckoning

This entry is part 2 of 27 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2014


The scar is always
the understory: the wound,
its prior history.

The undertaker reads
the body’s cover, its husk
of grievances an inventory—

What did it want? How
could it not? Every desire
was more than just accessory.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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