Death Day

Fog pushes down

on your death day,

then the rain moves in.

Plowable snow is forecast

for the holiday.

The radio reports

that today is the birthday

of Margaret Anderson,

who first published Ulysses,

burned as obscene.

Weirdly warm today, weirdly

windy too. No day

for fire.

In 1991, we burned you

on our collective retinas,

beautiful in life,

obscene in your youthful

unforgiving

death.

Dedicated to the immortal spirit of Freddie Mercury, #24 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.