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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

John Davis Jr.

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My Father's Funeral Tent

Here at last is the shelter
you never taught me to pitch –
surrounded by fire-ring stones and ghost stories
foreign as the red clay they lower you under.
You will dwell in the house of this ground
long after the canvas and metal are gone,
long after this earth's camp is struck.
And I will be left to show my sons
how to face north in darkness by finding
Polaris just off the Big Dipper:
a shovel of black sky, spiraling.