Monday, April 26, 2010


by Lyn Lifshin

it could have said you, love, a word
dare devil with of course the best head
start, having a mother who plunges into
Niagara’s waters, falling away, hours
after she stroked your hair, on the
floor, it was in a living room or bed

room rug where bandaged from a
cycle crash you lay drugged and moaning.
“Kerplonkers are copy cat suicides. One
suicide will star a cycle. The publicity
inspires other suicides so that
the effect resembles a line of frogs along

the shore of a pond, one hopping in and
spooking the others to jump too.” I
think of you checking out this website
with its “scavengers, locally called river
rats,” and usually working on commission of
$150 per body in conjunction with a funeral

parlor prowl the banks of the Niagara River
looking for body parts or whole bodies. One
man has the record of 177 corpses. One man
was split perfectly in 2. Another was found
chained to his bicycle. If I found you icy
just reading how gulls are always on the look

out for fresh meat, how on the Niagara Falls
side you won’t be eaten but they burn you
and throw out the ashes, a clue to why
it was so hard to touch you

*Lyn's website:

1 comment:

  1. AnonymousMay 09, 2010

    i like it immense!!