We found
two collections
after he died.
The one
we knew
as children
the whittled
wooden
wonders
the jungles
of smiling
giraffes
& monkeys
& pythons
& the other
one--
what
he never
wanted us
to see--
the hobo
nickels
of necessity.
Their bison
bodies
& Indian
heads
re-chiseled
to profiles
of broken
men
worthless
mutilated
coins
of the realm
passing time
in camps
bartering
for bread
for soup
a bed.
Maureen Kingston lives and works in eastern Nebraska. Her poems are forthcoming in the Bicycle Review, Blue Collar Review, Grey Sparrow Journal, Hobble Creek Review, Honey Land Review, Muddy River Poetry Review, A Prairie Journal, Red River Review, Rusty Truck, and Sleet Magazine.
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