Poetry March 2009 Atlantic

by Robert Wrigley

Cemetery Moles

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Most are not blind, but still,
might the concrete burial vaults
be perceived before a tunnel
comes to such a sudden, hard naught?

Though I notice their mounds mostly
down here with the old stones, last row—
those graves that are not only
vaultless but with a wooden casket, too.

And the stories from the sexton?
A filled tooth on a hill whitely shining,
and a mole in a trap one early June,
around its neck a wedding ring.

Robert Wrigley’s most recent collection is Earthly Meditations:New and Selected Poems (2006). He teaches in the graduate creative-writing program at the University of Idaho.

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