by greenmountaineer
It reminds me of the Sherwood Anderson story "The Strength of God" from Winesburg, Ohio. I like the very strong narratorial voice in the poem, though it reads slightly choppy to me because of the line breaks. While they are not all end-stopped, they seem aligned with a fixed breath duration, at least the way I read it.
of which I know little about, except they became extinct, leaving furniture behind. So if that is it - good end here.
5ed of course.
goes far and wide and brings back such interesting gems. I can almost see them talking