CANDY BONES


                        On El Dia De Los Muertos

                        Expect familiar shadows

                        That whisper with regret.

                       Beneath a crumbling stairway

                      In leaves both lush and weary

                       In branches gently swaying

                        Ceramic skulls will fret:

                       "A teaspoon of compassion

                       May be the current fashion,

                       But death will win the day."










   This originally appeared, in slightly different form, as my
entry in a live 'Poetry Slam' at Cafe Utne. It was later published
by Wired Art For Wired Hearts.