Happy El Dia de los Muertos!
Day of the Dead
I put a bone-white candle in the window,a welcome, but they already know the way.
I'm not afraid. After all, the Aztecs held
there are two worlds—
one of the living, one of the dead.
This world, a dream that comes and goes.
They are always close, asking to be warmed,
asking for a scrap of meat,
begging me to not forget them.
The cold smoke of their voices whispers
at the pane, a dark nomadic alphabet
in an unfamiliar tongue
I've only just begun to understand.
© Susan Elbe, The Map of What Happened
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