The Mortician Considers

 

by Tammy Robacker

 

 

I might paint you in voodoo 

a sugar skull groom 

with his lipless grimace 

 

father zombie 

do a smoky eye 

á la kohl

 

apple of yours 

was never mine 

and your fists kissed

 

while they rest now 

father death wish

in a peaceful fold 

 

but I just might

pose them calloused

at my mother’s throat

 

your legacy open-faced

a necklace of cremains

decorum in memoriam

 

charms for my chain