The body
rolls up in its silver coffin limousine
into the sun-baked empty lot between
the hardware store and the old clinic.
Tin pans glisten in the late August heat.
The crowd chitters amicably to itself
until at last someone lifts the lid
and eats.
Paper plates soak
in the back of a pickup truck
and sweet tea sweats through the long
Carolina afternoon.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC