National Poetry Month Day 34: “Death is a Hysterical Dynasty” by Steve Kistulentz
Because thirty days just isn’t enough National Poetry Month for us.
Death is a Hysterical Dynasty
Tonight we shall read from my personal book of lamentations,
sit shiva in a room lit with those overly perfumed candles as thick
as the aluminum bat I used just last week to flip away the possum
carcass I’d found collapsed against the house.

