Poem of the Day


This poem comes early in Goldie Alexander’s Young Adult verse novel In Hades (Celapene Press).

After stealing a car and driving recklessly, 17 year old street boy Kai and his young brother Rod, die. Here Kai is descending into the Underworld. The shape of the poem reflects his winding path.


13.   Really Dead.

As the fog starts to clear

the path twists turns weaves

like a mountain trail

and I pick up speed

 run like a ghost is chasing me.

 (that’s a joke when I’m the ghost).


The track hollows out

 stops at a swamp where mud bursts

  into unexpected pools

    bubbles up


  lets off noxious gas

 hurts my nostrils

stings my eyes

stinks like Dad’s farts

 then deflates like a punctured balloon.


Here only weed & horny toed

mangrove-roots grow.

  Sometimes I hear a faint

    plop like a fish or a frog

but see only bubbles.

 What’s the time? as if knowing

 the exact moment I died

will tell me this is real

not a nightmare


 guess this means I’ve kicked

the bucket am worm-food

‘a dear departed’ soul spirit



know this means

  I’m well & truly dead.

But in a way nothing more

can happen to me

.                                                   What hurts is losing Rod.

Where is he?



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