TOO MUCH LIKE DEATH
Uncle Wiggly says the carousel is broken.
He should know - he usually fixes everything
with his hands. Rough, endless hands, big
gnarled fingers seen never using a tool.
If anyone can get it going again, he can for
sure. 'Travel light' was always his motto.
I always nodded, knowing that I never
really go anywhere so it wouldn't matter
anyway. Then, the day of the locusts, just
like that, one day arrived. I looked for him
everywhere and - just like God - he was
gone. There hasn't been thunder nor
lightning nor miracles since. No fire
in the bramble, none of that stuff. The
world (oh figmented, overwraught,
contentious thing), has became a
very serene place. Uncle Wiggly
saw to that.
Uncle Wiggly says the carousel is broken.
He should know - he usually fixes everything
with his hands. Rough, endless hands, big
gnarled fingers seen never using a tool.
If anyone can get it going again, he can for
sure. 'Travel light' was always his motto.
I always nodded, knowing that I never
really go anywhere so it wouldn't matter
anyway. Then, the day of the locusts, just
like that, one day arrived. I looked for him
everywhere and - just like God - he was
gone. There hasn't been thunder nor
lightning nor miracles since. No fire
in the bramble, none of that stuff. The
world (oh figmented, overwraught,
contentious thing), has became a
very serene place. Uncle Wiggly
saw to that.
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