beyond the river styx

j. david

 

 

I am calling to you across the lifeless plain someone once named Asphodel—I have no idea what this means in the language of the dead & what this means in the language of the living is spoken only in eulogy or tucked in turns of elegy we speak in hushed tones we use to speak the names of dead or the idea that a coat is only as warm as the body underneath; a heart is only as whole as the body around; the body of a man washes ashore in another country with no family to claim him no family in this or any place & I wonder if they bury him here I wonder if they bury him alone in this place where no one has loved him I wonder if they bury him in wet & I wonder what do they do with the body?

 

 


J. David is from Cleveland, OH and edits poetry for Flypaper Magazine.

twitter: @lookingatlilacs

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