Spell Against Ghosts
My father once told me,
"Corn is a spell for the dead,"
letting the magic
slip into object
which surrounds
my youth, Indiana-grown.
I begin to hide red kernels
in my pockets,
finger them when
I feel black rush,
chant over and
over:
give corn to spirits
as they float away
to make sure their
life continues, happily.
