The audience for this poem is very small but I'm seeing what doesn't make sense to real readers.
Elegy for a Hyphen
David, technology lets me
listen to you read your words
and I’m not alone. Hundreds
can click and scroll through
your elegy, affirming their
expectations
of a dying America. Thank you
for including First Lady Reagan.
A walk through the graveyard
behind the old Methodist church
south of Hwy 215. Rain like shoe polish
shining off old headstones can’t fill
the gouge of a lifetime, span
between birth year and death.
All of us have to live those days,
one at a time.
David, join us, all of us,
whoever the us of US is,
drop your shovel, throw
your flowers and a handful
of soil into the hyphen.
--Todd Sukany 14 Mar 2016
Elegy for a Hyphen
David, technology lets me
listen to you read your words
and I’m not alone. Hundreds
can click and scroll through
your elegy, affirming their
expectations
of a dying America. Thank you
for including First Lady Reagan.
A walk through the graveyard
behind the old Methodist church
south of Hwy 215. Rain like shoe polish
shining off old headstones can’t fill
the gouge of a lifetime, span
between birth year and death.
All of us have to live those days,
one at a time.
David, join us, all of us,
whoever the us of US is,
drop your shovel, throw
your flowers and a handful
of soil into the hyphen.
--Todd Sukany 14 Mar 2016