Carry
My father carried an empty coffin
everywhere he went.
Then at night he carried it back up to
our third‐floor apartment,
resting every few stairs
to catch his breath.
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My father carried an empty coffin
everywhere he went.
Then at night he carried it back up to
our third‐floor apartment,
resting every few stairs
to catch his breath.
John Pijewski's book of poems, Dinner with Uncle Jozef, was published by Wesleyan University Press.