Micrograffiti: RIP The Foundry by Greg Koehler01/09/2010
When Tannery died we buried him next to Lambing Jug, while the scents of blood and afterbirth still lingered thick in the air.
When Cattle Shed died we buried him next to Tannery, whose lamentations for Lambing Jug echoed through the yard.
When Meeting House died we buried her next to Cattle Shed. Both had plain and pretty skeletons as I recall.
When Tavern died we buried him next to Meeting House. We drained his last two bottles of corn liquor, one into the earth between them, the other into our cold and empty stomachs.
When Mill died we buried him next to Tavern. We used the occasion to weep again for Tavern.
When Forge died we buried him next to Mill, whom he had loved like a brother and like a lover both, though they were neither.
Foundry died yesterday and today we bury her next to Forge. She had missed him so goddam much.
Fuck you, I say as I dig.
Let her rest in peace, Mine, says General Store as we tip the last two shovels-full of red dirt over her grave.
If I go next, as I hope I will, bury me next to Foundry.
Greg Koehler would like to be buried next to Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop in New Orleans, Louisiana.