Grieving with the Statues

published in Compass Rose, Winter 2009

my boy squints in the Floridian sun
next to victims in effigy,
sculptures molded
from the same material
that lined the ovens

he comforts two other boys
jarred from their parents
eyes braised blue-green
tears of corroded bronze
copper fingernails
sharpened from clawing
the cement bunker,
RichieSon2and stained,
it distinguished
another rainy Thursday morning
from oblivion

a crisp admission ticket
cold and papery
like the tattooed skin
of shivering ancestors,
one guaranteed appearance
on a pedestal,
in this garden