Eddie's Farewell

Eddie’s ICU bed smells of exhaust fumes
from the 210, the Orange crunch, the 10
glass shards, tool box spilled, big rig gulping
Eddie, between jobs, on January rain
before eminent retirement, no one
to recognize heroes at the morgue swollen
cavity of eyes, hands on cast crusted
asleep at the wheel, escort sheep to their deaths
won’t U be meek? how do I tell my house
it’s orphaned? decks expand, contract with rain
God how I hate California winters
father resides in timber, hums of a
tortured architect, please doctor bring back
the carpenter that resurrected my house

Fernando D. Castro

 

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