Oyster Boy Review 09  
  May 1998
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Poetry


Tomb Life

Rayce Boucher


Always, the earth tightens
around
the cold stone

warming it
to clay.

I dreamed the earth
withdrew beneath
the plate of stone
as I beneath
a blanket draw
tonight:

Now the blackest rubies burn.
Now the thickest silence.