#464 - heavy lifting - thinking of all the gone

 

6.iv.21

464

2.96

heavy lifting

or

thinking of all of the gone

an Easter misery of religion

(for godsbother)

 

sad for Jesus

sad for Caesar

sad for the mums and dads

 

close in those

each beats a heart

 

our knowing there

where from and where we go

 

so sad in the fear and wallow

weep for the bones so flesh them

 

years since sex

the hand still held

now ache

now bone

 

sad for all the thieves, disciples

watching at home

 

now ash

now gone

 

now and in the wallow hour

this suffering whiff

 

the misery chords

a single heartstring plucked

 

fact of an absence for matter most

here’s grief made good

a life’s work

 

sorry for whom

for selves? so say

pray for souls

 

heavy lifting!

 

some days the world has the weight

of the hundred billion of us gone

humans, I mean

 

sometimes there’s let’s call it indigestion

the heft of the seventy billion animals

the humans murder for dinner each year

not counting the fish of course