Pig and farm report March the fifth
rabbit
little one eye nothing
there is no redemption
turn the key name your children Flood
and Agency the river is on fire dropped
back into its muddy socket my left
hand stitched as the dragon
bowl shattered I’m sorry
I forgot the names of everything
my stupid head made a racket
what will you leave
what will you carry
posted by Radish King at 9:47 AM
3 Comments:
Well. Damn.
...the river is on fire dropped back into its muddy socket...
That's about as powerful an image as I've ever heard or read.
I do not know what I'll leave, what I'll carry, but for right now, I'm carrying those words with me.
Thank you darling Mary. The older I get the more I think about what I’ll leave. XO Rebecca
GREAT GODS!!!! What fire! What leaping up. What falling in. What verve. What lifts us up more than this power??
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