EppsNet Archive: Gerald Stern

Funeral: For Us His Gold


after Gerald Stern The insect was yellow with crumpled-black banded legs         and shellacked back that would outlast us         and wistful eyes from what I could discern on that trail                 between fields, and we laid him out in the open air under a sky fast-blue with                 change, wedging         a leaf beneath his triple-belted belly so he didn’t rest on                 plain dirt,         and we placed two cloverblooms by his head and he was old you said, could tell by how definite the stripes were, how                 complete         the patterns bold and dark, almost engraved, and he was beautiful in that pasture… Read more →