one morning,
on my routine drive
saw someone
on a stretcher
being carried
to the moon
hung in the
morning sky
next sign read-
"curbside pick-up"
the victim's house
breathed relief
as its mouth
(its front door)
opened
and let out his body,
teeth exposed to ceiling,
the metal gate was frozen,
the flesh was covered in white,
the people kept driving
on the four-lane highway
spread before his house,
a light parade
his body
was handled like a snowman
the last grain of salt
tracked in by his boots
was swept up by his widow
three days later.

Diana Norma Szokolyai (M.A. French-University of Connecticut, M.Ed candidate-Harvard University) is a poet, teacher, dancer, visual artist, and co-founder of the poetry-music-movement-art performing collaborative Sounds in Bloom (www.myspace.com/dnorma). Her poetry and photography have appeared or are forthcoming in Polarity, Up the Staircase, The Dudley Review, Human Rights Institute: Human Rights News, and other publications. Her book of poetry and photography, Roses in the Snow, may be previewed and purchased at http://www.lulu.com/content/2531439.