Discussion → Not a story, but a poison poem, perhaps

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  Sam Rasnake

  Aug 18, 07:58pm

  
  

  Here's a piece that might fit the group. I posted it at FN the summer of 2010:

  2001: Eclogue

  This living flowing land

  is all there is, forever

  — Gary Snyder, “By Frazier Creek Falls”

  No flowers

  no hole to dig

  no urn no make-up

  no police escort

  or Amazing Grace

  no suit or hand

  or hose and heel

  no tents with folding chairs

  no cars pulled over

  no lights no shepherd

  no still waters

  nothing written down

  But there could be words in space

  maybe some radio transmission

  left among moons and asteroids

  some last-ditch madness

  pulsing the Crab Nebula

  and the black milk

  that comes from God's breast

  until it's hushed in infant sleep

  — originally published in Sow's Ear Poetry Review, and later, Religions of the Blood

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• 
  Gloria Garfunkel

  Sep 21, 12:03am

  
  

  Love it.

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