This morning I could really feel
the claptrap nature
of all physical reality
its angry persistence
in defiance of forgiveness.
Wasn’t this whole world
built on the simple idea of
darkness as the filling-in
of empty space with ash
and cement made
from our own bones
our own blood mixed in
the whole arranged so all
we could really own or take
is our own death into a new life?
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