hamlet, R.M. Eyebrow no. 193
  dalton derkson

drive me west
as i go, nd plot me
in dry dirt.
cover my grave
in ditch daisies,
corrugated iron
nd animal bones
        plucked
from the post-
nothing
wasteland of darmody
                 northwest off
                 the number 1
                 in the middle
                 of plainsight’s
                 favourite hiding-
                 place
where once we walked like grasshoppers,
        all bow nd no leg,
in search
of ancestral things
— wicker bits,
nd empty rail relics —
                 i am of
my past
                 nd i am
becoming.

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