Barry Basden
This afternoon,
using a broom cupboard
scrounged from the shattered house,
we buried a little girl
who bled to death yesterday.
We put in some blossoms and
laid the girl’s leg in beside her.
Then we lowered the cupboard
into the moist earth
close to a lilac bush
in the backyard.
The village was strangely quiet,
except for a few sullen locals
who stood nearby,
speaking a language
we couldn’t understand.
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Barry Basden lives in the Texas hill country with his wife and two yellow Labs. On hot summer days he dreams of German beer and an old apartment overlooking the Heidelberg castle. He’s been published here and there and edits Camroc Press Review.
