Galway Review 8 - April 2020

Jesse Mavro Diamond vi
Elegy for Devron
“That’s what eats you… the sound …It never goes
away.
You’ll always be able to hear that sound.”
–Anonymous Railroad Engineer
In Memoriam: Devron Pittman. 08 February 1994-19
February 2005
I. The Mask:
Invocation to Melpomene
Rise, Muse, from your caskets’ indigo sleep
Shadow me up Echo’s blue-walled tower.
A boy’s home was never further from his feet
than skipping through dusk’s muted, trumpeted hour.
Sing, Bessie, reckless Empress, gravel’s brave, red
flower,
Sing, Billie, Sorrow’s Boo, Old Man Winter’s heat,
Sing, Ella, your silver scat cat over puddles leaps:
A mother’s cup of cream has been forever soured.
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