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Spring Counts the Dead
I cannot bear it
I have blocked out daylight
from my bedroom.
A beautiful Spring is coming,
but the dead come with it.
Every year bodies slide into the earth,
the daffodils sprout,
unearthed trumpets blare -
an ominous silence.
Here in Ohio, the Miami Indians
built mounds
in the form of a serpent.
They understood that Spring
was both hungry and dangerous.
The elders were resigned.
They knew that Spring
arrives with a newly sharpened knife.
The warming season, so mild and welcoming,
quickly plows under another winter,
and death works the plow.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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