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Necromancy (After the Séance Failed)
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Necromancy (After the Séance Failed)
 by Aaron Sandberg
After the séance failed,
they dug him up,

begged him to atone,
wheeled him into the shed,

and made us enter
one by one--

oldest to youngest--
to speak to our dead.

I was only a kid.
I did not know

I would be made to talk
or walk in alone.

My sister shuffled out
shaking her head,

converting some truth from him.
I crept in.

They gave him a cigarette
by dangling it

on the edge of his mouth.
It would have stayed

if the lips were wet
from the reawaken.

His skin--
what was left--

flaky and gray
under the bulb

swaying from the wooden beam
like a life regretted and taken.

A twitching finger (or was it my eye?)
and bags under lids were shaken--

what wasn't already skeletal,
apocryphal, skeptical.

He would have told me all
if only I could formulate

and conjugate
the language of wraiths.

His eyes one X then another,
his mouth in an O,

still waiting to answer
what I would never ask.

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