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Uncle's Passing

Updated on September 3, 2012
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Uncle's Passing


Adherent to the light—


The coffin of the Earth he twists within—


The old man scoffs at its hermetic seal


Receding like a hairline


When the box hits its breast—


The Mother that milked Adam from dust


And showed him life from death


And the paradise between


That is a heathen’s responsibility—


Apple to apple


Lust to lust;


He curls his toes to wait for the jump


We all beg for, and is not forgotten;


For the world slings energy at the sun


With impunity


And has no recollection of wit-full end—


Just flowers to their cusp


And water


Eating its effort to pump its well;


There Mercury blacks a tiny thing


Angling omnipresent


As Nothing has a spare—


Cells relegating none to its field


Across bleeding acres—


Plow and stars!


Plow and stars!


Jetting life’s ward


With hauled-in sheets—


A mind’s ignition


To and from an inexplicable art;


One knows the direction of his heart;


Up and down


Circling to the next


Wooden nest he’ll fall from…


And be free as the rest.




-Michael Ferguson Head (11/06/11)


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