Death Comes to a Family Barbecue: National Poetry Month, Poetry About News, Free Verse

Mary Naylor  confirmed
Bernard, an elderly black man, was holding a family barbecue.
The barbecue was smoking.
Mouthwatering fragrances seeped into the air.
Children played, adults tossed salads and set out paper
plates and napkins. But, who invited Death? Yet, Death
was in the air, swirling in the smoke, sitting in old Bernard's chair.
How did he get there? I don't understand?

Bernard's eyes did his talking. He was mute. He had lost his larynx to cancer.
Everything was calm and happy - shoot, it was a family cookout!
Probably they had icy lemonade, and a cake or two,
with the grandbabies clamoring for more. Little feet
running, screen door slamming, screams and laughter in the air.

Yet, there lies Bernard, dead, his family softly sobbing nearby.
The barbecue is forgotten and the embers are slowly dying.
Now only Death walks through the scarred screen door.

*greekchat.com elderlyLa man shot to death by cops

Published by Mary Naylor confirmed

I was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1933. I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a wild and beautiful state, rich in literature and lore. I loved the stories of Paul Bunyon and his ox, Babe. The hoax of t...  View profile

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  • 3lilangels4/13/2009

    ;-);-)

  • Susan Anderson4/11/2009

    nice :)!

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