Urn is it
carved in its grey
weave of its
round self

the way it's
so deep cut in and out

the way it cleaves
clean the way it's
set down here

just the way
we do it and the way we are
done to

Urn so curved
is not ever un-

Poetry by William F. Buford
Copyright © 2004-2007 William F. Buford. All Rights Reserved.