Dia De Los Muertos...

 ...never dies.

Painted cow skulls and pink sugared horns,
Frida portraits surround and adorn;

Bright yellow shrines and red crowns aflame,
Bottle-capped crosses to unblemish the blame.

Sweet, sticky orange and tart, tangy lime;
Hearts made of citrus, forget that there's time.

Benevolent white demons and coffins of black;
Eyes that see everything, but never look back;

Flags of culture and pendants to remember;
Skeleton dogs come out to play this November.

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