1.
The gravel trail is level but frailty comes
quickly on a slow walk
around Sylvia Lake, I rest on a bench
between two old cedars, memory dies
into fog over the lake.
How did I get here? The dream fades
to dust, I reincarnate, recycle,
rebear affliction, this is the next life
again, a stepping stone.
2.
I'm encumbered with bristly parasites,
vermin and pests happily survive
on essential body fluids cycling
through my organs. I manage the offenders,
send them on to a better existence,
I'm the aggressive mortician with traps and toxins,
stalking the droning, buzzy flies.
Squashed, they come back as graceful swallows
ingesting droning, buzzy flies.
Crumpled spiders are wrens in the next life
crumpling spiders. I think on Sedge Baker
coming back as a paving stone.
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Next Life
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4 comments:
Who is Sedge Baker? I did a quick search for the name, but didn't find anything. It reminded me of the Chinese legend of the person reincarnated as a stone with a flaw, but this sounds like something different.
Ted: Sedge Baker is a fabrication, sounds like the kind of person I'd like to get rid of, and not come back.
I admire how you structered it as well, building the stanzas as life builds too on life
Wow.
Love the part about the bugs and spiders - might have come out of my own philosophy. Very nice, Mike!
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