you reaper what you sow eh
a large-ish man in a cowboy hat with a feather
lepermessiah rising rising
digging fresh earth for freshdead
holding something over his head
a divining rod a newborn newt
the ancient bones of God’s dog
he is feet from our parent’s graves our brother’s
white ashes in mother’s shoe he was confused by
the cancer told each of us to bury him somewhere else
or was he confused?
divide+conquer his cri du couer
now he un rests in different places
dances the bugaloo in my bedroom daily
cleated raconteur
we stand and watch the diggers measurements are taking place
oh the water table some buried in cement so afraid are they
of decompose
of dustyrictus
of ashes
of hungry grasshoppers
our fallen not in cement casings a dishonourable uncle encased
his wife oh the water table to this day she cannot escape and
row to Huron
where her people wait
he was thought a hayseed a dumbdumb often in pyjama bottoms
trailing an ugly pekinese
our own mother in reverse amniotic fluid about to be reborn
as
sprite
nymph
bird
what she always was anyway
who would encase a shiningstar? bah humbug old uncle Eb
do not fear the holyriver!
tributaries flow under the oldhood
where the deeded land of our dead
is reapered
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Summer 2025 ..for the Atkins Crypters RIP.. LA FMA MA Babylonbound
songanddancegirl 