Monday, April 20, 2015

Randall Rogers- Three Poems


A Green Funeral

No expensive
clergy run ceremonies
no priests
I want what they
now call a “Green”
funeral (2015)
that is pop me
naked into a
freshly dug grave
no embalming
no anything
but dead me
the dugout hole
and dirt

Better yet
like the Native
Americans
of yore,
pitch me
up on
some scaffolding
and let time
and carnivorous
birds
and able-to-jump
animals
pick my
bones clean.



The Apple

She was
eating an
apple,
and I
kissed her
  • damn that
tasted
good.



Don't We All?

Don't we all
just love
chewing
our beards?
 

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