today I removed the carbonized remains of animals sacrificed to the twinned gods of commerce and survival tomorrow I will scrape ashen crust from the corners of my eyes and pull dried blackness from my nose my body's offerings
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A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
How very interesting.
Really? Hmm, I thought it bordered on droll.
Tanks–
Sounds like someone needs to get out of the city!
Or at least this city, for a little while at least.
Oh, I like what you are doing here. . . this has a grit to it that drew me in immediately. Very nice!
Aah yes–“grit”–exactly what I was going for–may have even been the very word I was thinking of but could not find.
Thank you Jeremy.
unfortunately, the first part reflects modern life quite well. and unfortunately, the second part shows what conscious people have to do to survive such a world.
well done.
You got the gist exactly, miriam. I’m glad it came through. Thank you–
I like this poem but, yuk.
I found your name on Susan Daniels’ “Fool” and thought I’d drop by. Nice blog. Fantastic poetry.
Alice
Wow…grit AND yuk…thanks…life is often not very pretty, especially in my industry. I’m afraid I often find myself writing about the not-so-pretty bits…
Thank you for your words and for stopping by.
Making the “unpretty bits” something that pulls at us is an enormous talent.
Aw shucks — thank you Mimsy.
Might not be pretty–in fact, it is gritty–but it is real. Strong poem. Not everything has to be pretty to be poetry–it just has to grab us. And this grabbed me. No, no, no–not anywhere inappropriate.
But Susan….getting grabbed in the kitchen is always appropriate 😉
ROFL! Of COURSE it is…
You wrote this the day you cleaned the grill….
Yes folks, he does blow soot and ash out of his nose for days after
Love you honey!
Actually, I had only cleaned half of it… 😉
You too–