Canto CCXX

Today I’ll lay off the Christians a bit
as they mourn their God’s weekend-long demise,
for truth’s bare bones must wear the meat of myth

and myths are not synonymous with lies.
Today, I’ll count my grey hairs and commune
with all the dead that prefaced their half rhymes

with five iambic feet. When that is done,
I’ll press my lips against my wife’s navel
and whisper to the future worlds within

of constant resurrection and renewal.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Apr 08, 2012 @ 23:57:49

    “and whisper to the future worlds within
    of constant resurrection and renewal.”

    Bloody perfect.

    Reply

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