The Archbishop never had enough holy water

by Emily Goldsmith

 

blessing our boats and bringing ladies in concessions

fanning breathlessly in palmetto:

Regarde Naomie in her bare feets!

When the Rougarou holds his balls

on Bayou Goula and they dancin’

and they carryin’ on like wild ones, them.

Do you join? I heard they was scared of frogs

but bullets go straight through ‘em. 

Many a funeral is a grand affair,

did anybody come to yours?

This why you haunt us still?

This why you echo ectoplasmic?a