All Souls Day 2008
Because I know the devil still exists,
(he’s busy ironing his red chrysanthemums,
trotting out dates, at this point, unremarkable),
I’ve lit three candles: one for Studs Terkel,
one for the SAS in their Snatch Landrovers
and one for the couple at Clows Top
who wait in their little corrugated house
for the first spot of rain to hit its green tin roof -
and there you have it, moments later,
Cantata Momente, Karl Heinz Stockhausen’s
Requiem Mass, tapped out on their door:
a bier for a dead composer. Touch wood
for all souls, waiting in an unbroken circle.
Back-lit falling leaves. He knows them well,
those burned out wounds in their black hides.