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Pallbearer



Bearing the body, he felt as though he were sleepwalking, everything distant except the weight and rhythm he shared with the others trudging through grass, (the grass louder, everything louder) the day become vulgar and him wanting to be shut inside the earth and not feel the sweat on his clothes and skin, not have to stand there forgetting, for a moment, the name of who the others cover with white flowers.





José Angel Araguz is a CantoMundo fellow and the author of six chapbooks as well as the collection Everything We Think We Hear (Floricanto Press). His poems, prose, and reviews have appeared in RHINO Poetry, New South, and The Volta Blog. A current PhD candidate at the University of Cincinnati, he runs the poetry blog The Friday Influence. A second collection, Small Fires, is forthcoming from FutureCycle Press.https://thefridayinfluence.wordpress.com/

More from him in 5.1 here and here