Day of the Dead, Seattle
Latino culture here? - at this place of Jesuits -
oh yes, Halloween’s their Day of the Dead.
So, sheltering from rain in Saint Ignatius’
new chapel (curvaceous, asymmetrical, hush-
inducing) for the campus my wife studies at,
till she meets me after class, I gape just
a moment at the makeshift layout:
a small table, glittering skulls, bright
vegetables; roses real, marigolds not;
candles, burned down, hollowed out;
an exercise book people have written in,
names of their lost ones; paper to write on,
words for their lost ones, add to a basket.
My wife comes, feels the spirit as I can’t,
writes words for her cousin recently lost,
folds them over for the full basket.
© Max Richards