Free verse № 145887
Flood Land, East Kentucky
Beneath the house, old bottles that the river brung,
white horse's skull, some Yankee coins, a rusty bike.
When Noah cut his hand on it I lay with him,
my darling boy, in his room with the junk he'd found:
the glass was medicine, the coins were for his eyes,
all this from in the house, but it was not of us.
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