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Issue 5.1

Winter 2025

David Blumenfeld

bury me deep    

 

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i buried

a brother   little brother   seven years old

with blue eyes     strong spirit     

i buried

a mother   brown-eyed    bright   nurturing   

full of   headaches   and depression   life-long  

depression    and     love  

i buried

her   before    she   sucked life’s marrow   

God knows   she tried   

i buried

a father    who knew only    sports    and business

found it    hard    impossible   to show   how much  

love   he had    so how did I      know it                 

i buried

a wife   worst blow   of all   a thousand-story   building  

burying me  deep   shattering me   one story at a   time  

over    and     over    

i haven’t buried         

a child    thank God    thank God   don’t say it   don’t mention   it  

Mother would say   wrinkle-browed   or you’ll be   tempting

Fate   so easily   tempted   so happy   to   oblige   and   when you  

bury me    

bury me    deep    six feet    won’t do     six feet is    too few  

bury me   far below    them all    so far   I can’t smell death’s

stench

bury me    deep       

bury me    well

David Blumenfeld (a.k.a. Dean Flowerfield) is a retired philosophy professor and associate dean who resumed writing stories and poetry after a more than 40-year break. Since 2022, he has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize; one of his stories received a “notable essay” mention in The Best American Essays, 2022; nine of his poems were finalists or received high praise in poetry contests, and one of his pieces appeared in Best American Haiku, 2023.
Davidcblumenfeld.com

David's Book Recommendations

Francesca Bell. Bright Stain
Kim Addonizio, what is this thing called love
Sharon Olds, Blood, Tin, Straw
Andrea Cohen, Everything
Ellen Bass, Mules of Love

Reflection

If you have been fortunate to reach your late eighties, as I have, you tend to think about all the loved ones you have lost and of your own end.

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