THE DEAD SPEAK by Brandon S. Roy

In New Orleans, the dead speak.
The narrow streets,
ancient impressions
In chipped paint,
Pressed paper lined
streets that bleed sewage,
the dead
wake the dreams
Of the living
Their presence
reminds us all
of the pains,
smeared chalk lines
and muddy child
hand prints,
speak the mysteries
of the city
The gates of the houses
In New Orleans are rusted
from acid worn fingers,
And these prints
make
New Orleans a sacred city

Brandon S. Roy lives in southwest Louisiana.His work has appeared
in a numerous journals, including the Ottawa Arts Review, Loch Raven
Review, Origami Condom, Pedestal Magazine and Stride Magazine.