W.M. Rivera Poems
- After Hurricane Katrina, Words...
- The Sun Goes Off behind accumulating clouds this morning; ...
- A Gift Fathers come and go; mine just went it seems long ...
- Subtracting One Subtracting One .
- Ponder “Ponder how you might describe the indescribable, ” ...
- Blue Wisteria For Sara,2014 Living 'happily ever ...
- Opening Blinds In The Dark Life’s daily gets us up, opening ...
W. M. Rivera grew up in the Irish Channel of New Orleans. He graduated from the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill in 1955 with a major in French language and literature. He began writing poetry early on and published a book of poems titled “At the End of Legend’s String” (Views Press,1960, Washington, DC.) . For many years he worked for and taught international adult and agricultural ... more »
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After Hurricane Katrina, Words For My Grandmother
(Jeannette McLeod Hayes Moser,1899-1965) .
-The above ground tombs in New Orleans cemeteries are often referred to as “cities of the dead.”
Decomposed years ago in summer heat,
you float in an above-ground tomb, wet
in the current delta's swelter,
an imaginary you, captive in a cryptic world.
In New Orleans, give or take a year, the dead
get pushed aside, swept quick into burial
bags – sprinkled after on the previous
layers of ancestral ash – to let the latest
grief pile on. That done, now there's this
hurricane brings you back; gnaws ...