poetry by j matthew waters

Dead Relative Society

Bill & Becky lived downtown
on Ligonier Street in Latrobe PA

Rebecca was born with my last name
but died a Beatty
back in nineteen o’three

William died twenty-three years earlier
the exact date unknown at the time
of this writing

We’ve been looking for both of them
for a good thirty moons now
and finally they surfaced
as if knowing we were looking
uninterested in dishing out one dime
to find them

Tonight we celebrate with champagne
and hash under glass
toasting to the stars belonging to them
for tomorrow we rest before moving on
knowing the key to their door
opens up the next three hundred years

september two thousand twenty
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2 thoughts on “Dead Relative Society

  1. Ahhh, the search for ancestors. For around 25 years I have been a member of a group here in my home state. The Dead Persons Society.

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