She died from an overdose of galactaburico
guttering blue, like match-flame
Her loyal friends were moths on treebark
blending memories of her...diving into the falls
when barely eight...at forty she drank a bit more
of what her Greek mother called rabbit's breath
but what to her was heaven through the mist
Lately her mouth had strayed into sweetness
Lips bathed in syrup, strawberry breasts as in talk-of-the-town
missed by her kindergarden class and hefty principal
A samba flooded her funeral of shredded flowers
Everyone moved twice to the right, once to the left
Their bodies pure instruments of their grief
That night, the moon brushed her hair
beauty still growing from her face unchanged
unchasted, unchanged, nor rearranged
for the rapture she exchanged for life.
A drum. A slow thudding, thumping, thrumming
drum.
The auditory is the last to die.
Echo the dream, the last prayer,
the angry horn on the turnpike.
the last unkindness spoken or heard,
The legacy of a carefully lived life
spoiled by the contamination of chance experience
was a holy beginning, a dip in the bucket.
She, now resting in the cinders of Santorini, inspires
the baker's son, who out of remorse whips decadance
into egg whites and refined sugar
for foreigners dying to indulge.
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History takes snippets and fries them
cracklings heard as a runaway streetcar
Famous she became
her name stuck to the pastry
with triple the sugar and a dash of cinnamon.
five spice powder and a grating of ginger.
She lives framed as a curio inset
on page 145 of the new Lonely Planet.
Down village leaves gather
swirling dizzy, chanting youth
Church bells hold back the crowd
yet no tolling attenuates the telling wrinkles
of a story as old as the bible
Did she exist? Was she invented?
Or is it ink fading on paper?

don't know about the spelling...but it's supposed to be a very rich Greek dessert...M
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oops...not of...but...with shredded flowers -M
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this is a sad poem...but funny at the same time... M
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(galactobourico) (wish I was a rich Greek) :) k
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could introduce you to one...lol
darn "decadence"...M

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sure, send me a rich Greek, preferably one that doesn't mind the cold. did I mention I'm in Nunavut now?
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really? long-term?...M
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that remains to be seen, depending on contracts, but probably longish-term --k
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k, you always surprise me...looked on the map...you are closer to Greenland than Montreal...:-) M