Bone
By John Radford
Framed in doorway
crumpled in Buddha shape
complected of another race
Indeed, you traveled far
Gift to yourself
at great price
to your Mother
Cellmate woke
to you ajar
and gone
You paved
his rough road:
Suspicion
Accusation
Unanswerable
Question
But you hung six feet
from sleeping men
Seems indecent:
could not get
away to get
away
Bury Christmas
with dope-line
choke-line Bury
Christmas for the boys
next door Bury Christmas
You Old Boy and bury it
once more
Source: Poetry (February 2021)