COOL TOMBS
When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs,
he forgot the copperheads and the assassin ... in
the dust, in the cool tombs.
And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall
Street, cash and collateral turned ashes ... in
the dust, in the cool tombs.
Pocahontas’ body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw
in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder?
does she remember? ... in the dust, in the cool