Resurrection Mary, poetry by Andy Lind at

Resurrection Mary

Andy Lind

written by: Andy Lind



On Archer Avenue, she walks alone
In a dress of shining white
Listen and you can hear her groan
As she walks Chicago’s street at night

At The Willowbrook Ballroom, she once danced
With a boy she thought was hers
Filling her head with ideas of romance
Until she became part of a curse

A hit-and-run along with a broken heart
And no one knowing her ID
Caused her soul to fall apart
And now she moves without a body

Don’t laugh or be filled with pride
Or to Resurrection Cemetery, Mary will ask you for a ride

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