Saturday, October 22, 2011


They were of kingdoms,
and of green pastures.

And the devil wrote
their names, high,
on the crying wall.

And they did surely cry.

Their souls cry repent.

And their bodies
become one with dust.

and the devil spoke their names.


looking around at others while
others are looking around
and none of us have much
more than a pot to piss in,
and the taxman will soon
be around to tax the piss pot.

they hold their babies
up high
on a hill
just south of the hay field
a ritual
long cut in stone
long old
ladies; saintly ladies
ladies of faith and fate
ladies of fire and doom

they hold their babies high

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