For John Keats
Don't say the father died; say night falls
like a father off a horse. Don't say
the boy misses him. Or that the executor betrays.
Say father's a pink carnation the child recalls
as love but who left him in the care of no
such sorrel affection. Do not mention
the mother's desertion. Zinnia says mother's
soaked in sorrow. So sorry. And she's come home
to die. Strike this from his memory. At least
until he lodges in the quarters over the surgery
where no flowers speak. Then let him name
that vacancy as he resets the bones
and closes the wounds of grief's anatomy.
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