Wendy Brown-Baez

Xoxocatlan

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Xoxocatlan

We walked among the graves,
the air sweet with candle wax, the smell of copal
and murmured prayers
Among dark faces lit by the luminous flames of
moon colored velas, we walked
Among grave covered with cempusachil petals
like burnt orange dross descending
from angel wings, we walked

Bent mothers wrapped in shawls of grief
fathers in worn jean jackets and straw cowboy hats
children huddled over cooling cups of chocolate
whispered stories, passing along
the legends, passing the mezcal or cerveza
in remembrance

We strolled among the families, their subdued voices
the old graves adorned with stone cherubs
the freshly dug graves adorned with tears
Finding peace, we carried it back to our casita
to warm our hearts through the quiet
For once the fireworks were silent
the plaza and cafes empty but for a few
bewildered tourists

I am dreaming of the coming darkness
and tranquility descending like a benediction
on the heads of those who come after me
sweetening their tears with my own
hoping that there will be candle flame
hoping that there will be the sound
of flamboyant laughter