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Elizabeth Kray, 1916-1987


The undertaker had placed pink netting

around your face. I removed it

and gave you a small bouquet, encumbering you

into eternity. "Impedimenta," I hear you say,

scornfully, the way you said it at Penn Station

when we struggled to put your bag onto a contraption

of cords and wheels. "Laurel and Hardy got paid for this,"

I said, the third time it fell off,

narrowly missing my foot.

You would have laughed

at the place we brought you to,

the hush of carpet,

violins sliding through "The Way We Were."

"Please turn the music off," I said, civilly,

to the undertaker's assistant.

We had an open grave-no artificial turf-

and your friends lowered you into the ground.

Once you dreamed your mother sweeping

an earthen floor

in a dark, low-ceilinged room.

I see her now. I, too, want to run.

And "the ignominy of the living,"

words you nearly spat out

when one of your beloved dead

was ill-remembered; I thought of that

as I removed the netting.

Today I passed St. Mary's

as the angelus sounded.

You would have liked that,

the ancient practice

in a prairie town not a hundred years old,

the world careering disastrously toward the twenty-first century.

Then a recording of "My Way" came scratching out

on the electronic carillon.

"Oh, hell," I said,

and prayed for Frank Sinatra, too.

-Kathleen Norris

"The Ignominy of the Living" from "Little Girls in Church," by Kathleen Norris, (c) 1995. Reprinted by permission of the University of Pittsburgh Press.

Copyright (c) 1996 Christianity Today, Inc./BOOKS AND CULTURE Review

Volume 2, No. 2, Page 4


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