Of Great Consequence
I find myself in a place where the ferns grow red
a silver spreading pool
Reflects the sky
Covers the road – Wildwood Road
Three brown-grey doves coo on a metallic thread near treetops
White stars
Where three rivers confront, concur
Intersex
I am in Edenville, near the Lost Arrow Resort
On the water
With me are Love and Hate
We pass the Mustang restaurant
Tittabawassee River
The dry, savage suggestions fron Burntwick Lake
Gold mixed into blood
now a copper cat, gazing above
I know I can’t stay here – not yet
Off the road, out of the saddle, on foot
Walking down a path into wild woods
I find a cement box wanting a lid
Piled inside lay naked turkey carcasses
Human sacrifices
Beheaded, plucked and pimpled
Grey flesh wanting feathers
Cold, underneath the weight of the dead
I know these bodies
They stood before abstracted ignorance in a great holy war
While struggling with themselves
They flung their disheartened chests before dinosaurs
Slaughtered by those dying things not dead
I know this voodoo
My skin is covered in it
Vultures salivate over the grey pimpled casualties
Somewhere, I don’t know where, I lost
Love and hate
Prophets have spoken of such things
The earthly cost of evolution
After a wish on a dying star, I find
I am a zombie