The Morgue, the Merrier

Satchmo, of course; the Marsalis family, naturally,
even Ann Rice, and her vampirish underground.

But me living in Louisiana?
You’ve got to be kidding!

I got here on subways and BART trains,
sidewalks, public parks, and noise

made by people, not insects
whining for hours in the summer heat

loud enough to drown out a police siren,
or an ambulance’s wail. Crazy!

Escorted by alligators,
Spanish moss laced on my fingers,

your bride from the morgue,
baptized in the Oauchita River

with its polluted efflusions
from the pulp and paper mill,

blackened by the Gulf Oil spill.
OMG. Black goes with everything.


About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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