springfever eh
imbolc
pagan festival
of
stirring seeds
coincides with
mardi gras roughly
everything alive still
just entombed in ice or ash?
bro’s ashes resting in a tropical closet paradise
waiting to bloom up
out of the dampfecund
only to die again
like the god who dies
and is ever reborn
don’t leave me here
with these people!
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What would you say to God?
I’d say: wait a minute what did you have me
in that crapgame down there for anyway?
I couldn’t put any part of it together.
( Suttree Cormac McCarthy 1979)
Winter 2019 .. to wiser gods ..+ my brother’s resurrection..