(My father: 1926-2013)
We’re not going to unbury him, are we?
Because we didn’t find the WWII uniform
until after the funeral (box labeled DVDs,
laundry room shelf), why question
at this late hour our choice of “Dad”
T-shirt and his favorite flannel?
Are we ordering him to the front, mach schnell?
Are we disturbing his sleep to murmur,
like some Berliner fräulein,
Was willst du haben into his peaceable ear?