A Song of Thrift

by STUART DISCHELL

Three workers fell when their scaffold collapsed. They died at once. Was anyone hopeful? Did someone say, “Shit,” in his native language Or call to the god who lets things happen? Someone stole the bolts in the night While the watchmen drank soup. Someone took a wrench and pliers in the dark To repair the trunk that would not stay shut. And he never learned the thing he had done, Even driving the widows to the cemetery, A good fare with waiting time and tip, Light traffic on the secondary roads.

STUART DISCHELL is the author of four books of poems, most recently Backwards Days from Penguin Poets. A new chapbook, Standing on Z, is forthcoming from Unicorn Press. Carnegie University Press will be re-issuing his first two collections, Evenings & Avenues and Good Hope Road in its Contemporary Classics Series. He teaches in the MFA program at the University of North Carolina Greensboro.