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Tales From The Crypt


Near the Chinese woman w/ "my best lover" plaque

my mother is interred

the velvet curtain splashed w/ holy water

pulled back to show 6 shelves, 5 filled, one waiting

for the brown cardboard box

mom's ashes —

The Latino in orange hard hat


lifts it in,

caulks the plastic square cover in place,

screws on the marble panel

without Catholic ceremony -

Suzi my wife, Richard old friend,

we stayed behind and did Tibetan Chöd,

the offering of self as feast,

I saw a spirit,

then the mental patient stepson

& nutty friend in yarmulke also drawn back -

In the car we listened to more Marilyn Manson

& went to lunch

passing a street named Gothic

& movie poster bus stop

"Tomb w/ A View"



[Originally published in NHS 2004, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs04/Marc_Olmsted.html.]