“So I Was a Coffin” by Gerardo Mena

—For Corporal Kyle Powell, died in my arms, 04 November 2006

They said you are a spear. So I was a spear.

I walked around Iraq upright and tall, but the wind blew and I began to lean.

I leaned into a man, who leaned into a child, who leaned into a city. I walked

back to them and neatly presented a city of bodies packaged in rows.

They said no. You are a bad spear.

They said you are a flag. So I was a flag.

I climbed to the highest building, in the city that had no bodies, and I smiled

and waved as hard as I could. I waved too hard and I caught fire and I burned

down the city, but it had no bodies. They said no. You are a bad flag.

They said you are a bandage. So I was a bandage.

I jumped on Kyle’s chest and wrapped my lace arms together around his torso and

pressed my head to his ribcage and listened to his heartbeat. Then I was full, so

I let go and wrung myself out.

And I jumped on Kyle’s chest and wrapped my lace arms together around his torso

and pressed my head to his ribcage and listened to his heartbeat. Then I was full, so

I let go and wrung myself out.

And I jumped on Kyle’s chest and wrapped my lace arms together around his torso

and pressed my head to his ribcage but there was no heartbeat. They said no. You

are a bad bandage.

They said you are a coffin. So I was.

I found a man. They said he died bravely, or he will. I encompassed him

in my finished wood, and I shut my lid around us. As they lowered us

into the ground he made no sound because he had no eyes

and could not cry. As I buried us in dirt we held our breaths together

and they said, yes. You are a good coffin.

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