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