Sunder

A last rock-skip hurlstorm (crazing river-glass)

the closest they ever were.

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In right lockstitch

snared and split some fire-supper cooked on sticks.

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By dawn the older brother took to chucking

what bottle-frags he could find and crud-oysters across.

The (high-pitched) younger blacked our waters

with a yowl.

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Lord the sound such as rose from him

carried so—

Carved

into us. Clings.

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Hadn’t they clung tooth and claw to branch and bark.

— Came a man (and truck) to take them off.

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Dieseled those boys off

away

some say somewheres upcountry,

inland.

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Where it was they landed (why) nobody not them knows.

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No body not them knows

just how they humped and grubbled home

what road they’d graved what woods criss-crossed

which creeks which trains they’d hopped who helped.

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Came safe home sure        but blank as houses.

Came safe home       —as him  —and him.

—as (evermore) not them.