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There was a time you were burned for being

Poetry by Bill Neumire

There was a time you were burned for being

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Catholic, then king turned queen & you burned for being Protestant. There were bears chained to
poles in the street, & dogs--which were wolves then--tearing at them to see who’d win, & a
gathering for the gallows & rats making fast love in the soot-colored houses.


Back then, there was this German lord out in the far Black Forest Heidegger would later call
home, & he wanted a castle on this impossible hill, & his people kept falling or getting crushed
by large stones & dying horrible deaths & it was so drop-dead


gorgeous when it was done & then the lord died & the leaves turned orange & red & green again
a few hundred times over the bones of the broken builders who never had names & then the
castle was rediscovered, & a famous modern photographer got an aerial shot while dangling


from a helicopter & it became a print & my grandfather who sings barbershop in the church
choir & who late in life rakes the leaves & builds little rock walls to pen his chickens,


he bought this print & put it in his rocking-chair room near his grandfather clock & there it hangs
before him as he slowly forgets his name, as he stumbles to the stone well he found obscured by
leaves in his forest plot & looks down into the hollow cathedral, calling out all the forgotten
names for god.

Bill Neumire has two books of poetry: Estrus (2013) and #TheNewCrusades (2022). His poems have appeared in Harvard Review Online, Beloit Poetry Journal, and West Branch. In addition to writing, he also served as an assistant editor for the literary magazine Verdad and as a reviewer for Vallum. He'd like to chat: Twitter @wjneumire Instagram @wjneumire . www.billneumire.com

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