Howie Good

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Stacked Coffins


1
On the hour,
assistants gave

schoolchildren
tours of the silent

woods,

the leaves bullet-
shredded and prone

to melancholy.

I hoped I wasn’t
where I thought I was.

2
Chandelier flares,
their fall slowed

by parachutes,
light up the ashes.

The gray car
with the gray men

comes almost
every day.

3
Clear skies
and a bomber’s

moon.

We look at one another
with the mute despair

that has become
a kind of greeting.


Bio:
Howie Good is the author a full-length poetry collection, Lovesick, as well as 21 print and digital poetry chapbooks, including most recently, Hello, Darkness, available from Deadly Chaps. He blogs at http://apocalypsemambo.blogspot.com/.



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