by Todd Hearon
This ring, made from the vertebra and rib
Of the diamondback I found beneath the shed
Coiled upon itself and ages dead
(The rattle hung above the empty crib),
Is all the remnant of its brilliant skins.
Wear it in memory of our innocence.
Todd Hearon’s recent work appears in Poetry, Ploughshares, Literary Imagination, Poetry London, and Slate. He is the recipient of a 2007 PEN New England Discovery Award and the 2007 Friends of Literature Prize from Poetry magazine. (5/2008)