When Katy Tyrell’s eyelids were closed,
they stopped the clock,
covered the mirror,
and she was waked.
Entwined in her hands, a rosary beads,
‘Je suis L’imaculée conception’
was embroidered on her shroud;
everyone said she looked every inch a Cherokee.
After she was laid out, with the ticking stopped
and a sheet blocking the devil’s door,
he said, “ Let’s sit down to a game.”
“Shuffle the cards, dale herself in.”
“Lay’ve the window open
and mind, don’t step in her way”