Pax Vobiscum-Pax Tecum

Dahlheim
Boedexer
my last few months
Easter
Spring
the birth of a new age
the death of an old one

I will not think I have created this
it is enough
to think
I have survived it

a few years ago
a father
a husband
a man

today
something more empty
than a natal mind
ready to be filled
with something
with nothing
with an immaculate idea
an inimitable notion
a great, hairy, smelly mind
forgotten for love
resplendent
in historical garments
tattered
faded
raiment
words gone stale
in the shadow
gone pale
in the wake
of love
sinking
sucking in the flotsam
visually interesting
life threatening
aurally unimportant
enough of that
enough of this
one egg is un euf