Truth

DNA

My dear sir

'Tis my turn to embark

My journey begins

Through genomes

And chromosomes

All in a drop of spit

You sir find yourself related to kings

A twenty-third cousin

Removed by 500 years

I find myself alone

Cut off from those biological bonds

The ones reaching back into my past

The ones from which I burst forth those many years ago

Unknown souls from whom I share my blue eyes

My blond hair

My tiny breasts

All in a drop of spit

Perchance we share blood

'Tis unlikely yet possible

So far removed from each other

The chance of it looms nil

But nonetheless relations I do have

Somewhere in this land

Hidden heretofore 

Perhaps now revealed

All in a drop of spit

Mixed with a fine blue solution

My DNA dances

Throws up its arms

Welcomes the notion of family

©kcasady2015

Soulless

Haunted

Funeral

Just dirty dishes
Just a funeral
Just a corpse
Laying in repose
Pale and waxen
A cold supine figure from Madame Toussauds 
Eyes sealed shut
Sightless 
Fingers grasp a rosary
Motionless
Dressed in finery
Suited for the grave
Chest still
Heart beatless
Blood with nowhere to go
Voice silenced
Curls arranged to perfection
Surround a quiet face
Await the touch of God
Her essence floods the chapel
Stifled bits of her soul
Bear sodden telltales of sorrow
Choke the mourners
The once handsome priest says death prayers
Congregants dream of bedding him
Inebriated by his sonorous voice
Seduced by his witchery
Drunk on poison from the dead
Inflamed with sex
A black woman calls out
Her spiritual cools the fire
The daughters speak in tongues
No one understands their mother's life
Pallbearers hurl the casket into the hearse
Unlock the coffin a daughter screams
She throws her green shoes into her mother's waiting arms
And walks barefoot to the burial grounds
Singing

©kcasady2015

Druthers

Retrospect