Kimberly Campanello Poems
- VERSE 16 from Hymn to Kālī on Tuesdays I tear out a ...
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- STRANGE COUNTRY Our Greek friend told me that in his ...
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Our Greek friend told me that in his country
one funeral is not enough.
The body is dug up in six months' time.
Maggot-stripped bones are put
in a box and slid into the stone shelf
of an ossuary. The family is gathered
together again. This, the ritual
his mother and sister love.
At last or for once I entertain the thought
that maybe women wanted it:
to be the earth to which all bodies
are returned by interment.
That persistent uttering of the womb-tomb
scenario - we couldn't have said it better
ourselves, might have said it