HORNED TOAD
(evergreen cemetery)
Fire on the mountain. Jubilation Day.
The late and the lost. Anything at all,
today. My manner is polite but stern,
staggering and straight together. Yes,
I can walk the line. Flugel horns I'm
hearing in the back of my mind.
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Dinner at six, or whenever you want.
Who cares about eating on this planet?
A precious moment keeps ties to the
Divine; everything else can rot.
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Now, Thor, put your hammer down :
I have walked four miles and am already
resigned. The grave of Stephen Crane is at
my feet. The obelisk memorial is unsigned.
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