My father’s father sold tombstones
door to door, with lines from
dime novels like _this is a just reward_.
I met my just reward when I sold
father’s tombstone for a whore.
I recited lines from novels as she gave me sores.
My mother was procured
by lines from dime novels
father sold door to door.
Like a line in a dime novel, I
walk the graveyard moor. Eyeing
mother’s tombstone: quite a score.