Les Rêves des Notre Ours #2 | Page 20

The Sight of the Dead

If the sight of the dead can penetrate

clouds

bomb shelters & treetops

it follows that shower curtains

& cotton shirts

look just as transparent to them!

Years past

I delivered this unthought

to my mother, blunting

a grown woman’s comfort —

My great-grandparents,

how little it insults you,

surely, if I

no longer believe

you exist —

How little it says that I

kept seeing you with us.

by Mackenzie Dwyer - While Mackenzie is best known for putting bullet holes in bull's-eyes and teaching small children how to punch each other, her writing has also garnered recognition in 2015’s Scholastic Art & Writing Awards, numerous shortlist mentions, and acceptances for publication in Ink In Thirds Magazine and Picaroon Poetry.