Happy El Dia de los Muertos!
Day of the DeadI 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