The Greiving

THE GRIEVING For Eugene It was stupid of him To let it happen If he could have known had even a notion of it he would not have agreed for her to leave would not have helped her load the wagon. He might have lain down In front of the tires Cut open his hands And feet Slit his chest Perhaps showed her his heart Dropped to his knees And begged her To stay. And she would have then. He might have said Wait until winter passes When the beds are not as lonely. He might have said, Look, These are the plants we Bought in our first year. He might have said, Tell me what part of you is restless And I will sing to it And she would have stayed.