Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Kit Kelen #901 - honour all spirits


on Day 901
honour all spirits
of this kingdom said

trudge and be muddied top of the block
make inventory of every thing dreamt
of all the structures taken to night
never were woken to be

cloud me principalities of light
of hop and skip and

honour the ones who were before
because that's how we're here

track dried in caked out wheel-went

the crown, the staff are laid aside

fresh still with the winter
now finding sun
caught kindling fallen

in a tiny house
for couch
eyes on the greatest tree
neighbour of mine
salute the hundred years or so
of you

not counting
hoping

bear breeze among the lain-down skies

honour the still standing
the stood

sun perfect
like tea of an afternoon

mulberry sittings
for the kookaburra tribe
you can still say their name
though it's winter for the fauna
so many near to gone

honour them by name
the wordless
who call to us
but cannot come

bury the book with everything written

and Biscuit pays a visit
the dog come as old as time

the solar chinwag
in failing dim

herbs gather me for dinner then
and light let all where we will
till fire
and hearth along
sung so
to sneeze at

honour the ones
who have fished in the mirror
seen themselves in fire

honour the ones
found word to here

unsigned
on the table
an abdication
lies

I come to it in time

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