SUNDER

A last rock-skip hurlstorm ( crazing river-glass )

the closest they ever were.


In right lockstitch

snared and split some fire-supper cooked on sticks.


By dawn the older brother took to chucking

what bottle-frags he could find and crud-oysters across.

The ( high-pitched ) younger blacked our waters

with a yowl.


Lord the sound such as rose from him

carried so—

Carved

into us. Clings.


Hadn’t they clung tooth and claw to branch and bark.

—Came a man ( and truck ) to take them off.


Dieseled those boys off

away

some say somewheres upcountry,

inland.


Where it was they landed ( why ) nobody not them knows.


No body not them knows

just how they humped and grubbled home

what road they’d graved what woods crisscrossed

which creeks which trains they’d hopped who helped.


Came safe home sure        but blank as houses.

Came safe home    —as him.  —and him.

—as ( evermore )  not them.