My collection, William Greenway’s Selected Poems is from FutureCycle Press. Both my tenth and eleventh collections won Ohio Poetry Book of the Year Awards. I have published in Poetry, American Poetry Review, Georgia Review, Southern Review, Poetry Northwest, Shenandoah, and Prairie Schooner. I'm Distinguished Professor of English at Youngstown State University.
When Matt, my cousin like a brother,
died in a head-on some thirty years ago,
I wanted to ask my long-dead preacher father,
Why? another one of those questions
I used to bug him with, getting answers
that made no sense to me, about Heaven
What do you do?
For how long?
How long is that?
I persisted (permission
to badger the witness?),
will we be ourselves, and, if so,
how old will we be?
I forgot what he said,
but it was my sister Sherry
who finally gave me the answer
I wanted, when, in hospice,
with her last breath,
she closed her eyes
as if she’d just met Glory
and called them what
we called him as a child:
©2016 William Greenway
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