The Feast of All Souls   A feast day! Hooray, let’s eat! But that’s not what it means this time. Tonight we’ll be fed with ashes and bones. We’ve always been taught   to meditate on mortality — light for the few, darkness for those who are caught up in their sins. In English we learn white   lies, evasions, abstractions. We’re bred to say Souls, but Mexicans get it right — Día de los Muertos — The Day of the Dead.     © Michael Fleming Dummerston, Vermont November 2022