Celebrating 15 Years
For Lauren Cerand
In my room overlooking
the Mississippi a voice tells me: in my city we bury
our dead above ground a voice whispers
not to lean against
windows not to pry open the window
I half expect to see a phantom
A voice in my head has been saying
the building you’re looking at
was once a slave market
I don’t know if this is true
but she says it
again softly
I am transfixed by four crosses
on the façade a southern
Golgotha Mississippi serene
& swift prepares for drowning season
I may never leave this place
whether it will pull me
back whether it will pull me
deeper whether I even
want to resist
only the kudzu creeping from roof to window
to roof has fidelity with self
has a knowing
will overwhelm this city
Maurice Emerson Decaul is a poet, essayist, and librettist. He is a graduate of Columbia University and New York University. He is working towards his MFA at Brown University.
