Funeral Chicago Poems

9/22/1983

I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!

You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears...

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December 14, 1965           

"Mr. Samuel Cooke. Sam Cooke??
You been in that casket for three days..
You...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The paedophiliac? 

I sat on a park bench beside another old man
we saw a beautiful 17 years old girl walking past
and I said: we can’t...

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Once "City of Big Shoulders,"
 Stockyards and industrial concerns:
  A man's self-worth measured
   By muscle and energy burned.

Today the stockyards are shuttered,
...

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Mother in disguise
Two days old she was attending
 her mother`s funeral
pictures were taken when
she sees them she will be proud and sad
she will be proud...

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She wrote a letter 
Which I happily read
In Spring
Summer baked on
Autumn arrived with a chill in the air
Winter followed with snow 
Then the call came
Aunt...

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