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Antigone Détente

Bill Yarrow

I’m that age, I guess. People keep asking me
what I want for my funeral. I don’t give a shit.
Let the dogs lick my bones. Throw my ashes
out the window. If I die in the autumn, rake
the orange leaves over my arms. Sure, put my
clavicle on your mantel. Feel free to laminate
my lungs. Toss my heart off the dock. Use
me if you run out of dark molasses or caulk.
Make origami or a caftan or wicker furniture
or a raku pot of me. Tan my hide. Feed me
to rabid macaques. Dissolve me in nitric acid.
Water the garden of my face. Give Achilles
free reign to drag me through the mud. Don’t
feel guilty. It’s OK, really. I, Priam, absolve you.

So they asked his wife and daughters and sons
what they wanted for their father, and they said,
Bury the bastard. Serves him right for being glib.

 

This poem appeared in Connotation Press. It appears in Blasphemer (Lit Fest Press 2015).

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