Recent Work By Devon Welsh

Three Poems

By Devon Welsh

Poetry

 

 

Bongos

 

for mama

 

chemtrails made the sky a crossword
and the day was chillier than yesterday

 

I played the bongos at your grave
to say thanks for the music

 

imagining a child doing fortnite dances
in the new grass on the hole you lay in

 

I would have been that kid
if I had been born in 2008

 

too old to be an Obama baby
too childish to have a baby.

 

I’d heard they’d have the cure for cancer
by the time I got cancer

 

which could be true,
but not for you.

 

(this isn’t how he really died
he was cremated

 

in LA and it was hot outside
and I wasn’t even there)