Poem: Ruby Doug Bremner Poetry January 2, 2018 Social MediaFacebook0Twitter0Pinterest0LinkedIn0Ruby (a ghost town in the Okanogan Highlands of Washington State) from The Moon has no Compassion for the Dead, and other poems, by Doug Bremner There in Ruby we looked at what was left of an old mining town. Later you said you had wanted me. right then and there. maybe against the car. it was beautiful, the fields of golden grass. we’ll never have that time again. and Ruby is a ghost town, that will not return to what it was. or be more than a few bricks, lost in the weeds. I’ve had a lot of lovers in my life, and so have you. I never asked you about them, although I wanted to. we never made love in Ruby, or what it was once was. with the bright blue sky, over the golden grass. on the hills of the place, that once was Ruby. have you ever made love while looking up at the bright blue sky? your lovers I will never know, their memories would hurt me so. were they better than me? did they get you off? would my penis size have made them scoff? we never coupled, in the grass. you didn’t there, that day in Ruby. or in the place that once was the town of that name. Ruby is only pine trees now, and golden fields of grass. I won’t ask about the others. not now. how does a man you once loved, compare with a town that no longer exists?