Funeral Marches

I hear in me the funeral voices
               call out transcendentally,
                             when in German style
                                            the bands go beating by.

At a mad shiver of my vertebrae
               if I sob like a lost man,
                             it's that I hear the funeral voices
                                            call out transcendentally.

As a ghostly gallop of zebras
             my dream goes strangely prowling
                          and I am so haunted
                                       that in me always, inside my darknesses

I hear the funeral voices groan. ◆

Homepage Image: Celeste Dupuy-Spencer, Through the Laying of the Hands (Positively Demonic Dynamism), 2018. From Issue 31.2, Summer/Fall 2019.