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Guidebooks for the Dead

About this Poem 

“I am currently at work on a new collection of poems ‘on’ or ‘around’ ruins—which, in my mind, is a photograph of the end; of junk and rubble, of us with our things. In this ‘snapshot’ is my mother, while she was still in Germany, still a dancer, before she became a woman in exile.”
Cynthia Cruz

Guidebooks for the Dead

Cynthia Cruz

Mother’s crimson leather bags
Crammed with saint cards
And tiny glass bottles of liquor.

The bright stitch
Of God’s final coming.

Dirt and dregs, silt and stars.

The sweet song
Of poverty

Rinsing through me
Like the memory
Of a dream.

Copyright © 2015 by Cynthia Cruz. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2015 by Cynthia Cruz. Used with permission of the author.