Death Of The Kapowsin Tavern Analysis

Death of the Kapowsin Tavern1965I can't ridge it back again from char.

Not one board left. Only ash a cat explores

and shattered glass smoked black and strung

about from the explosion I believe

in the reports. The white school up for sale

for years, most homes abandoned to the rocks

of passing boys--the fire, helped by wind

that blew the neon out six years before,

simply ended lots of ending.A damn shame. Now, when the night chill

of the lake gets in a troller's bones

where can the troller go for bad wine

washed down frantically with beer?

And when wise men are in style again

will one recount the two-mile glide of cranes

from dead pines or the nameless yellow

flowers thriving in the useless logs,

or dots of light all night about the far end

of the lake, the dawn arrival of the idiot

with catfish--most of all, above the lake

the temple and our sanctuary there?Nothing dies as slowly as a scene.

The dusty jukebox cracking through

the cackle of a beered-up crone--

wagered wine--sudden need to dance--

these remain in the black debris.

Although I know in time the lake will send

wind black enough to blow it all away.

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