No. 7 · Ditch'em
Dolls
Nailed into each pine, Like watchers: rosary black Whiteless eyes, toddler smiles Older than the canopies. Passing by the middle tree: His grimace preserved in the…
No. 7 · Ditch'emMan with the Cure
The palimpsest holds memories Of how the smile shifted and vanished As the thumb dipped in rose attar And anointed the forehead With a saltire –…