You put a bag around your head and walked into the river. You walked into the river with a bag around your head and you were never dead game on the banks of your mental styx for the double audience of smoke— — You pressed a coin into his palm and stepped across the water. You stepped across the water with a hand on his arm and he was silent and kind as you shoved off, toward the smoky coils of the greek-seeming dead— You’d been trying to sleep. Found yourself here in the mythocryptic land— The river — had widened to a lake. You were anchored in the shallow boat by his faceless weight— And on the green shore you could see their vapored residue, how they could smell it, those two―if you slit your wrist you could make them speak. If you — slit your wrist you might be able to sleep. Grief. Grief. Handing you back your coin.
“You Will Never Get Death / Out of Your System"
How old is the earth? I asked my machine, and it said: Five great extinctions, one in process, four and a half billion years.
It has always been very busy on Earth: so much coming and going! The terror and the hope ribboning through that.
Death, like a stray dog you kick out of the yard who keeps coming back—its scent of freedom and ruin—
Some people love death so much they want to give it to everyone.
Some are more selective.
Some people don’t know they’re alive.
Metabolic system, financial system, political system, eco-system—systems management, running around trying to put out fires—
Sodium nitrate. Sodium benzoate. Butylated Hydroxyanisole (to keep the food from rotting). Plastic (surgery). Botox, Viagra, cryo-chamber—
Voting backwards, into what
has already died—
Voting Zombie in the name of “change”—
And everywhere in fortune cookies, the oracular feint of a joke future—
where death is the trick candle on the victory cake.
Some truths are hard to accept. Especially when they won’t budge beyond a couplet.
Especially when they won’t tell you if they mean you well, if they herald freedom or ruin—
You! You and Death! Lovers who just can’t quit. That’s how we make the future.
The terror and the hope of that, as change goes viral.