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and the red earth shovelled in
remembering their color, see
as I fixlie on the grey stones
for Tiger, Tiger's grey stones
the grimace of his dead face
clawing at the attic smoke
my friend, I hope I did
I might someday
understand that I cannot understand
to glorify your memory
celebrating condescending
these are the words I know
to speak with
grey stones
for Tiger
Tiger's grey stones
oh and your possessives mark
your certainty
his memory lays with owning
the stones from the backyard
stones from the earth
stones tucked in by my and my
mothers hands cannot own these
I testify with my
little desk machine
that germinates
anyways, the job remains
testify
you hadsawfelt red earth
I placedhopeddropped grey stones
we meander onwards
keeping these with us