Time
by Bill Yarrow
Time is the fragrant jelly
spread on the black bread
of eternity. Time is the
gravy of the bloody roast beef of
emptiness. Time is the slime on
the original skin of infancy.
Time is the vatic lining of the
popular soul. Time's the
proxy messiah of the world.
Time is the meconium of God.
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Author's Note
The poem appears in WRENCH (erbacce-press, 2009)
Other stories by Bill Yarrow
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Another good poem. I like "fragrant jelly..."
I remember meconium, Bill, black sticky stuff yuk!
Natal memories
surfacing of distressed
babies in - utero.
Fav line:"the original skin of infancy".
Enjoyed the compressed form, Bill. Nice work.