The Dead Are Too Much With Us

In honor of this Shocktober and Halloween, I have decided to post the following ancestor poem.  I wrote this some years back about the lascivious spirits of the dead in Voodoo. Please feel free to comment, share or add your own poetic Ancestral musings below. 

Maman Brigitte Feast Altar

The dead are too much with us

For better or for worse

The dead are too much with us

Better hold on to your purse.

 

They walk the streets among us

In anger, joy and pain.

They hope their desperate mumblings will not be in vain.

 

Their hearts are no longer beating,

Fiery desires have long grown cold,

Yet in this dark and sainted hour

They pray their stories are told.

 

So greet this magick, sacred night

With open soul and open mind,

Because in the dreams of yesteryear

The future we will find.

 

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