Some Tombs Hang Open


By Kathleen Kilcup

Dad moves in the next room, slowly, with little noises,
such as the tired sliding of foot against stone

and the slight wind of shuffling mail. His quiet and
distance redound to the warm bones

of the house, the still and timid barely-there of life.
The only further silence is a photograph

of him, and his father, and his father’s father,
all tight-lipped in shades of ash, the fat and char of it.

How the sun did or did not shine that day.
How they did or did not embrace upon entering

the end of abstractions,
the very keen and practical moment of stilled-speech,

and how some tombs hang open, as if to say—


Kathleen Kilcup’s poems have appeared in Boston Poetry MagazineThe Watershed ReviewThe Poet’s Billow, and elsewhere. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Award. Kathleen holds an MFA in Poetry from UC Riverside and is currently pursuing an MAR at Yale University.