Elegy

[billy]

Why should we bother
to stipple-foot gather i'm thinking very short steps,
where the sun broken-melons the sky. i'm struggling with this line, the more i read it the more it reads correctly but it does make me stumble.
And we try -
to couch up our fists over raw amethysts, i think understand what couch means in this instance ( it can only mean one thing ( i get an image of grief, of being strong, not sure about the amethyst though)) but for me it doesn't work too well
and the schists of our home
of our bones.
But the blood runs chough-black
as we ride on their backs
through the brack
through the brack
of the stones.
I will unclench this couch
I won't cough, I won't slouch
I won't curse
the bean green of the clover.
The tractors wont cough
as they plow the cleft rough
I won't curse
as they turn the earth over.
The chore hands won't stay
and the orchids won't pray
oh daddy
I miss you today.
oh daddy
I miss you
today.

hi milo.
the poem sounds eloquent and some of the phrasing feels perfect yet i've stopped the line by line simply because it evades me, i can see it's about a funeral, i saw that before the title was added, mainly in the last 6 lines and a couple of other places. i recognise a few of the unusual words but confess to having googled some.

the bean green of the clover.
The tractors wont cough
as they plow the cleft rough i had no trouble with these lines. and enjoyed them a lot. they worked for me,

i'm thinking only people with very very very good vocabularies will get near to understanding what you wish them to understand. maybe that's the problem for me, it too well written. beyond my (in places) my comprehension. wish i could have been more use as far as feedback went milo

thanks for the read.