Arlington
by Angela Corbet


It has been one year
the fractured mud-gash of earth
now dry, late-autumn

lawn. Stiff leaves, bare boughs
take up the tattoo echoed
that day over stones –

marble, uniform –
arrayed by rows wide awake
to death’s camaraderie.






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