BEING IN THE BEST CEMETERY
by Oonah V Joslin
Hope, broken and exposed,
lies in sulphurous graves
in Père Lachaise.
I hear the rough
unvelvet ribbon of
Piaf’s Vie en Rose
et toutes les choses
qu’elle ne regretterait
à jamais
makes me doubt
heaven and hell;
rope of faith and salve of blood.
Stone angels weep rosaries.
Remains, very much alone.
How should we pray?
Outside the gate
on sale huge
chocolate topped religeuses
glorious nun buns
bursting with cream
sweet as only life