
“Calavera Cyclists” Jose Guadeloupe Posada
Death is not an exit,
it’s a starting point.
The opening stretch of
a cross-country bike event.
Brutal uphill climb,
our skeletons as cyclists
pedaling without helmets
through rough forest paths.
An after-life peloton, all of us
vying to be first to the prize:
what’s on the other side
of life’s finish line.
Skeletons can draft for days.
Stripped of religion and race,
all the same:
bare bones confused
and as the steep climb continues,
we forget the details
of our own face.
Until our frame is ready
to make it’s final breakaway.
©2023 | K. Hartless
GloPoWriMo#28 This was written for Late Night Poet’s May 5th show honoring the art of Jose Guadeloupe Posada.





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