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This Land He Owns

by William F Dougherty

This land he owns, by heritage and deed,
a swatch of consecrated soil whose unhealed lots
and withered seams betray their sudden need,
incorporating within numbered plots
before three months had healed the first, his worth
of parents. No marble breaks its polished face
to bear their dates of peace or dates of birth,
or bear their names who here resumed a place
together, tenanted past his dismay
whom twice a stranger’s voice had cleft, unnerved,
summoned home to witness the invested clay,
and learn parental wishes had reserved
a berth by them; to which he weaves no rune:
stoic this land he owns may own him soon.

09/14/2012

Posted on 09/14/2012
Copyright © 2024 William F Dougherty

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/14/12 at 10:32 PM

Terrific, imaginative verse and story.

Posted by Dane Campbell on 09/17/12 at 03:33 PM

Beautiful craftsmanship.

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