Monthly Archives: September 2010

Pipe Bones

Your arm felt like wood.
Lying there in your coffin,
I thought someone had stolen your bones
and put pipes in their place,
like they talk about doing —
you would have laughed at that.

The brown-green paint on your face,
and the goofy smile they gave you —
They do that for the family,
Someone said.

You did look bemused,
Like how the hell did this happen?

So it’s come down to this.
Me here looking down,
Missing you,
And you lying there with your goofy smile
And your pipe bones.