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Caskets surface in fields and marshland

Mark Vogel

Jazz man Charlie Hunter wryly smiles,
saying, It’s going to be a long process,
like he will never stop electric playing,
like he knows for sure the dead never again
will fit neatly in holes, like of course
when floods recede, bodies will still
search for air pushed from lungs.

Now queued, so many already escape
from quiet, traveling first in floating
caskets, inevitably seeking wild lands.
Maybe future authorities will chain dissolving
soft hopes, and watch judiciously,
with security night scopes, for first signs
of mischievous arms reaching.

For god sakes, thirty four miles away,
under Spanish moss, Aunt Ester surfaces
unrecognizable, found on the creek bed
by kids and dogs, while up the road
duck hunters, maybe as penance, face
multiple pale ancestors freed, deposited
before a crowded trailer park.

As matter of fact the chocolate water
overwhelms low land, the newest ponds
breeding mosquito bumper crops
as giant carp cruise under the surface,
listening for Charlie Hunter’s unstoppable
dancing music written exactly for restless
humor slithering forth,

accepting without judgment nameless
creatures in the murk. Even Grandma,
alive with the birds, no longer caring
she isn’t Grandma, taps congas
telling the sax that sooner rather than later
light floats above pastels, and
oil draws maps on slowly drying rot.



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