At Jim Morrison's Grave” (Père Lachaise Cemetery, Paris, April 2012)
I'm not sure you'd care
but they're still coming Jimmy.
Forty years after your death, young and old,
couples holding hands, groups of guided tourists,
troop to your grave.
Few are somber;
most are happy to find your simple unadorned headstone
after blocks and blocks of cobblestoned paths at Père Lachaise Cemetery.
You're still outdrawing Moliere, Chopin, Bizet, Proust, Oscar Wilde,
Edith Piaf, and Maria Callas.
Some visitors bring you flowers,
some scrawl messages on the walls of surrounding graves.
And I will tell you this:
Not 100 feet from your tombstone,
is Mur des Fédérés, The Communards' Wall,
a memorial to the 147 last defenders of the workers' district of Belleville,
shot dead 28 May 1871.