Beneath the moon’s sinister smile
A long shadow moves purposely
Behind the skull-crossed tombstones
Empty now of mourners, revelers
Leaving marigolds, candles, and bread
Baked for offering to departed souls
Prayers by incense-stained hands to atone
Sins of the dead, hollowed in fiery dust
Scroundel he is not, as he marks
Each sculptured altar, as in a measure
Of gold and silver coins in his pocket
Purification of souls is his business.
"As the veil between the worlds of life and death is thin on this night, we take this time to remember our beloved dead."
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight. Doors open starting Tuesday 3pm EST. see you there ~
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_of_the_Dead
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight. Doors open starting Tuesday 3pm EST. see you there ~
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_of_the_Dead
