May 25, 2010
the big dog-
Winston by name-
into the leaves..
beside the white
and dragged out,
into plain sight,
it was dead.
the beautiful flower-like head,
breaking it and
breaking it off and
He, too, if you're willing
had a face
like a flower; and then the red sun
which had been raising all the while anyway,
clear of the trees and dropped its wild, clawed light
Our bodies break and are broken open. The wild light of life now escapes, helping us face that we are all flowers - dead child, scavenger, killer, appalled watcher, you, me.
What have you seen in life that is disgusting, that you wish wasn't there or happening?