The History of Pet Burials

Posted: Sunday, September 4, 2011 in Prose Poems
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The farther away you went, the nearer the sick and broken came. Soft rock lilted from hidden speakers in crowded waiting rooms. Birds of all denominations had been flayed, fractured, forced underground. I was between jobs and with nothing to do but count the number of funerals. You swore when you called from somewhere out West that the ocean was developing rudimentary hands in order to take whatever it wanted.

–Howie Good

Howie Good’s latest chapbooks are Inspired Remnants, forthcoming from Red Ceiling Press, andThreatening Weather, available as a free download from Whale Sounds at http://wschap5.wordpress.com/. Howie blogs at http://apocalypsemambo.blogspot.com/.

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