Closing the Door

(This poem is from Dee's first full length collection of poetry, 'The Bad Seed'.)

Opening the coffin lid, Candy

Your marbled clotted face

Appalled me

And your black cratered eyes

Stared so,

Stilling the blood

For a moment

There.

Aye, but we buried you, Candy

In Paris

In the cemetery

Where the hippies sat

Smashed out

And downcast

By the lizard king's

Gravestone.

And they played guitars, Candy

Sweet rhythmic pulses

We could have

Danced away the night to,

But you were dead, Candy

And I had to dance

alone.