this poem is a huck
i re-crucified Christ this morning with my new
holepuncher bought for a dollar at the dollar
store where almost nothing costs a dollar anymore
what a score! i labelled it a tool of transformation
along with a tool for crucifixion a slender #11 blade
exacto knife now sitting next to my mother’s huckmesser
a weapon of mass destruction if there ever was one
used on chickens cows and such to separate spirit
from bone i once used it on a brother’s foot
he resembles a chicken in many ways but that is a story
for another day 🦹♂️ exposed sinew + blood did not make
me popular around our house
these tools sit on my art project pictured above it’s about
the nature of memory are we passive witnesses? is memory
a mirror? an altered state? did u find a Red Queen there?
my archive showcases the 1st pandemic year the beginning
of the end for my Queen-Mother OFF WITH YOUR HEADS !
her favourite refrain
the very same hawks who carried off a cancered brother now
returned to carry off our mother 5 bomb dived me in full PPE
on the balcony as she lay covidridden on the couch
their screeching woke the near dead scattered throughout her
retirement rez a stopping place on the banks of the river Styx
certainly all the children who placed their parents there
will
reconnect
in hell
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Summer 2023 ..OFF WITH WITH YOUR HEADS ! ..
songanddancegirl 
Who you calling a chicken?