down generations of us
Romans till the East comes
or flags unfurl forever.
we, mighty men of reptile
and fishy becomings, fly
from our parents into
the parenthood of dying.
dog days call out and our
ears always listen. for-
getting our own selves
in trying to be people.
i meet my music hushed
to scent out it's tenor
pause out its rhythm for
having its past, that mad
maker of reason and receiver
of reinvention. my children
can eat my heart a day later
cause there's a growing loud
rose to prick my feet for now.
big beautiful petals to love
me tender love me mad and
kiss those steps that touch
every moment everywhere at once.
it's a strange lesson full of
must be's and paper monkeys.
but i'm almost invincible now,
weak in spots that make me
springy. my hard parts move
amongst the airy space like
the elements they swim in,
pieces of Nature and parts of
God. It is indeed fun to be
a shiny happy mortal deity
most sublime to a world
of tragic darkness and pretty
vampires. i'll have to get
use to being dead when i'm
just another horsefly.
bye bye!
