Salem the Dead
by Hazem Tagiuri
My father's cousin is Salem the Dead.
Famed, an infant Lazarus of Libya,
he was brought lifeless from the womb,
yet awoke to the chill of a mortuary slab.
Now, I cannot claim to know him,
his name is only a myth to me.
Still, you'd imagine, having died once,
the burden of your end would be lifted.
But if that moniker born of a morgue
did not bestow a carefree manner,
or life beyond his natural years,
he'll survive in tales, like this one.
Love this.
The only immortality for dust is to survive in the hearts and minds of men.
Someone wise probably said that, or else I made it up.
Lxx
Well crafted.
Thanks Letitia, and Gary.
Family legends are legends because of their miraculous or unbelievably tragic circumstances. I love them, especially in such poetic form. *