Michael Wasson-I
Empty Field
My grandfather makes sure
we empty the field
before we burn
At night we make sure
the crickets inside us
stay asleep
Field ash in my young hands
my father’s dead body
fresh in the earth.
My grandfather makes sure
we empty the field
before we burn
At night we make sure
the crickets inside us
stay asleep
Field ash in my young hands
my father’s dead body
fresh in the earth.
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