Tense and dark-eyed
black-garbed girls
laden with pitchers
bundles and baskets
gather among graves
bearing a funeral
feast for Father.
Now sweet smells mingle,
rise, while wine
spills down
the dark throat
down
the grave
down.
Until the ground
slurps and belches.
Satisfied shadows
lounge round the graveyard.
Still they stay,
those tense girls,
waiting
for parched
ravenous Father
to come crackling
up from the earth
and consume them.
Catherine Allen is a cultural anthropologist and writer, living in Greenbelt, Maryland. Her publications include poems (Rhino, Anthropology & Humanism), ethnography (The Hold Life Has, Smithsonian Press), creative non-fiction (Foxboy, Univ. Texas Press) and an ethnographic drama (Condor Qatay, Waveland Press).
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