Have you been a pall bearer?
Hefted the weight of a life
On your knitted shoulders
Waited out a scraped legacy
The bare snow covered branches
Truncating desolate plowed fields
Bird feathers showing in peppered shake
A recent emptying of warmth
Wearing kid yellow gloves because of early snow
Have you? Ever
Felt the weight digging into your neck?
Prizing reflection from your mortal frame
For he who rides on your calcifying bones
The errant and purposed heaviness of death
What did you think?
Going home to lean on thin elbows at kitchen table
Watching scarred pigeons on the sill
Coo and jostle for favored place in good fat sun
How stirred your mind
To the carrying of a whole life?
The resonance of loss, an impression
Marking you sutured and changed
Oh Lord, anything but cantinflear