Sean Hill

Elegy for an Older Brother 1922

Benny’s handsome, red brown like rust on a hoe. Empty
headed cows loll in the pasture ignoring the mule’s bray.
Light shines as easily through a cicada’s husk clinging to a tree
as through a bottle of liniment or a glass of tea
on the dinner table. The hems of his overalls fray
and tickle Benny’s skin as he plows. Empty
promises from a brother, emptied simply,
without volition, friable as leaves underfoot on a fall day,
translucent as a cicada’s husk clinging to a tree.
Benny went to war across the water, over the sea.
He left himself here, on this side, on the quay.
Benny’s thin and red brown like rust on a hoe. Empty
handed, back from France, he speaks of Paree
often, though he’s been home three years come late May.
The day is empty like a cicada’s husk clinging to a tree,
empty like sound after the mule’s kick when Benny falls, free
of this place then the hum of a bee and cry of a jay.
Benny’s skin red brown like rust on a hoe is empty
as a cicada’s husk clinging to a tree.


Sean Hill
“Elegy for an Older Brother 1922” appears in Blood Ties & Brown Liquor (University of Georgia Press, 2008).