Memories | Mona S Gable

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The old lady took me to your house
Silent, afraid, and clinging, I went
I went to your house
The somber cavernous echoes rose
Glower of perfidious followers
Vexed me
By the candles in your house

The strange lady took me to your house
Mysterious and calm it was
It was inside your house
The thunderous clap of a thousand floods
A vessel for your flesh and blood
Strangely soothed me
In the nave of your house

The old lady took me to your house
These catacombs, bells droning in D
Like Lourdes, more exotic than here
The elixir pulled from her coat
The holy vial filled and capped with hope
Filled me with tears
In the grotto by your house

The old lady took me to your house
Rosaries, placed upon Mary’s feet
Genuflecting, then requesting I take a seat
“Place hands together and make a wish”
I mimed patty cake as she murmured broken English,
“This for your grandma and the cancer that spread.”
Not knowing back at my house, Grandma was already dead

And You Were Happy

You lift me to your shoulders
So that I may see
But only tendrils of blackness are webbed between trees
The sighted have gone blind
An unmistakable stench
The distorted melted acetate
Incineration never quenched

You lift me to your shoulders
So that they may see
Your equivocating actions, only to appease
Boils defile the unwinding
Rolling backward in reverse
The fiery erasure
To a time before my birth

You lift me to your shoulders
So that I can see
How happy this world made you before I came to be
From an untethered void
Pre-dead, at peace, unaware
A screaming life sprung forward
An innocent nightmare

You lift me to your shoulders
So that I will see
The celluloid facade that ensnares and strangles me
A wand in soapy water
Creates a transitory task
Like a cremation of memories
Before the hero is unmasked

Mona S Gable

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