"Le Voyage Dans la Lune" is a film by Georges Méliés / 1902
original poem by: "The Consortium D'Quequechan."
(my younger brother said: "It looks like a rocket ship!")
Requiem:
Our father died and
with our mother and older sister distraught and unable,
I drove west on Bedford with my younger brother aside
to make arrangements at the funeral home––
the one used to bury
my father’s parents
the same one used to bury
my mother’s parents and
just about every dead
relative in the city.
So we entered the funeral home
to pick a casket from three available,––
each ready to serve a worthy occupant.
The first was a bronze color and too flashy,
the second was brownish and too earthy,
but the third was silver-toned,
smeared in a heavily glazed lacquer.
My little brother said it looked like a rocket ship. It looked
like the one Flash Gordon would fly on his way to Stardom.
That was it. That's the one. The one that’ll rocket the oldman
beyond the stacks and steeples of a hard, working-class landscape,
beyond the summer sweltering saloons of "Buzzard's Bay"
their proprietors eager to shell-out for the oldman's wares,––
upward, far beyond the gloomy precinct of priests, and far,
far beyond the craggy Man-in-the-Moon with a lesser rocket run through his eye!––
Well, these are the things I would have liked to tell my sister and my mother
in order to assuage their grief, leaving them free to tidy-up, to set out platters
of Marcucci's cold cuts, and Marzilli's pizza for the hordes of well-wishers
pulling up to the curb in their Oldsmobiles and Studebakers and Pontiacs and..
and.. Wait a minute! What the hell is that?––
Who the christ do we know owns a freakin' Henry J. Kaiser?!
Requiem
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