OTHER THINGS...

THE MEAT PORTERS AND THE WATCHERS

Butchering herds of sacred cows
Poetic morns that have no noon
Meat porters ferry off their game
driven to fate by distorted deceit.

Difficult Pleasure the gift of death

Go listen to stars and birds
and hurry never
Way leads to way
the unbidden and forgotten
growing-up through the common
Miraculous power and
marvelous activity
rhythm and melody.

Sweet are the memories silently kept
while watchers vent reality
These moments shall not loose to time
like tears in rain
tomorrow is promised to no one.

Be vigilant walking around it