The Dead Are Like Upended Houses

There is
Traffic

At dusk
& we are

Rushed out
Of buildings

We are
Standing

In line
We are

Waiting
For our

Faces
To return

To normal—
The eyes

Of a thousand
Befuddled

Pilgrims
Still shifting

In horror
The air

Is on
Their

Remarkable
Bones

A small
Light

Crawls
From

A ditch
The dead

Are like
Upended

Houses

Raymond Farr is author of ECSTATIC/.of facts (Otoliths, 2011), & Writing What For? across the Mourning Sky (Blue & Yellow Dog, 2012), sic transit—”g” (Blue & Yellow Dog, 2012, 2016), Poetry in the Age of Zero Grav (Blue & Yellow Dog, 2015), & more recently, Angst of the Large Transparent Man (Blue & Yellow Dog, 2017). Raymond is editor of Blue & Yellow Dog & The Helios Mss.

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