Requiem with an Amulet in Its Beak
At night, I leave all the lights on in my head.
This way, I know the dead can find me.
Sometimes they toss me their worldly trinkets:
the moon, wobbly as a child’s loose tooth,
a tuning fork, a spear of lightning for my song.
Like a magpie, I collect them.
I line my own death-nest
with the baubles of the dead.
Nothing, not even death, can harm me.
Credit
Copyright © 2017 by Elizabeth Knapp. “Requiem with an Amulet in Its Beak” originally appeared in New Orleans Review. Used with permission of the author.
Date Published
04/16/2018