Red Canyon Petroglyph
A Day After You Die
Ever wonder what the radio
Will be playing the day after you die?
Somewhere a man wakes up to breakfast
A woman climbs the stairs heavily
To open the curtains to a new day
On the way to work the guy
Kills a squirrel, a baby
A baby new to the world of cars, to roads,
To the danger you used to face
The day after you die somewhere
There will be a war,
Thousands will die after you die
And millions of bees and people born,
The buzz of humans and bees
A man somewhere shaves, already
Late for work, afraid of his boss,
You don’t have to face that now
Your shoes, polished beneath your bed,
On the wall your grandfather’s photograph
Grandfather was once a kid, too,
Rode horses, hunted in the fall,
Later his eyesight failed
He died never knowing you,
And after you die, that day
Someone will come for the photograph.
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Zeke Sanchez
Review by Jared Pearce
I like poems that help me think of new ways, and this poem’s associative jumps and solid images help to build the world and the world’s thought that will necessarily continue long after I’ve done what damage was in me.