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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Maria Flores 1878-1923 Si, he was muy macho! I was the last to see him. Before Senor White sealed his body for eternity, Inside the cheapest casket I had ever seen! And I was working there, for White-Emerson, From the time I was 16, Combing the dead’s hair, and mixing make-up. Señora White, she put the make-up on their faces, And I stood back by the door and watched. At first, it was two or three bodies a week, Mostly white folk, stiff and cold as ice; They were Whittier people I did not know; Older folk with life’s road behind them, And young childer, brought in by wailing parents, Dead from sickness and accident. I prayed for these poor people because they were sad. Later, the visits of the ever-marching dead, Became a more common event, Every day he, Señor White, brought the dead in, Every day I combed their hair. This I did until I myself died in 1923, Giving birth to my still-born son. Then it was my turn for Señora White, To apply my face with fake life; Her creams, rinses and perfumes, magically, Made me appear as alive as I was. But oh, I wish now to trick fake death, And live again, Be there again, Down in the dark embalming room, There at White Emerson, with him. Si, he was muy macho! And yes, I was the girl to love Roscoe last! Me, a nobody Mexican with little money. Shh, let us whisper now. Let us be quiet and honest; I was the last one to coddle him there, The last to stroke his lifeless bill, My eagle of a man! There in the still darkness, He, the most handsome boy, My eyes had ever seen! Dead and lifeless there, In my secret embrace! Dead in my controlling grasp! I combed his locks for two hours, And prayed, yes, I prayed, For his departed soul, and body too, For, let it be known to all, For it no longer matters at all, I was the last girl to have him. Muy Macho!
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