Found your door
Unhidden
On Bedford a light
Green wood
They dug
You out
Of your lively grave
Brought you alas
To ground
Level renewed
Veiling your age
Concealing your past
Faulkner staring
At me from the wall
Looking for
Approval to his
Disdain as I nod
To the man
Who proudly takes
Credit for
Chumley’s tragic death.
[Featured photo: Chumley’s, Bedford street, Nyc]