Inscape 04 FINAL - Pasadena City College
Inscape 04 FINAL - Pasadena City College
Inscape 04 FINAL - Pasadena City College
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P. J. EMERY<br />
Dia de los muertos, dos mil tres<br />
For days we watched smoke from the copal rise<br />
To dim the burning star and sanguine moon.<br />
We prayed to Guadalupe for her aid<br />
And held our breath.<br />
The calaveras roused<br />
(¡Mire! Those bark beetles for his eyes?)<br />
Our displaced relatives would find no sleep<br />
Until we set the food and marigolds<br />
And candles on the television sets.<br />
Milagro del cielo, after that<br />
We got some rain.<br />
When flesh returns to ash<br />
And bone returns to dust, we celebrate<br />
That death is not the opposite of life.<br />
But still, I’m glad the rains came. I would hate<br />
To scare mis padres, who would think this hell.<br />
Yield<br />
L EE F ISHBACK<br />
As your spirit retreats, your fleash recedes<br />
and squatters move in: plots of darkness<br />
between your teeth. Tenacious claims<br />
reduce you to ash gripped tightly with grief<br />
poised on the shoveler’s sure hand.<br />
When the moist maw yields, I cast you<br />
away, flittering silt, twisting, then gone.<br />
The rest of you refuses.<br />
Diving for the grave, your ash seeks its own,<br />
but in my palm, bonemeal,<br />
tiny teeth digging into my skin.<br />
Obituary (2003)<br />
S TEVE S AUCEDO<br />
He was never a good speaker—<br />
He lisped and stuttered and went Ummm too much.<br />
He had an oblong head shaped<br />
like a spittoon. A Neanderthal jaw.<br />
Immaculate hair.<br />
This man forced coughs and faked limps for<br />
sympathy, and he honked his car’s horn<br />
too often while stuck in traffic.<br />
He feared going bald so much that whenever<br />
a hair strayed from his head, within his grasp,<br />
he would eat it.<br />
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