783
re-priming
for
those who have gone under
you
get ideas from what's down there
from
the lost
from
their having gone
and
often about to kick off the scaffold
sometimes
tiredeness overtakes
and
all the years till now
there's
always a ladder
up
and in
corner
with your initials engraved
while
in their ooze you splash
then
summer comes
fizzle
among
and
soggy if sky down
come
on a tumbrel
not
even in their prime yet
not
yet fleshed
now
under! now forever gone!
all
of them were children
none
could vote
all
served
and
traitors!
we
carved them up
crows
pecked the entrails
you
can always work with a stain
scrape
back
you
need some depth to carve
some
of these ideas could push up daisies
and
burying's too good for some
so
we dig 'em out to flog some more
many
drowned in the last storm
some
bobbed up
sprayed
them down like bugs
or
left to bake
with
the ants crawl over
honey-coated
left
to wash away
some
rot
we
lay to rest
we
burn
each
for example
and
let that be lesson
but
am I finished with them then?
every
one was tricked to be
not
one had a choice
yes
I laughed demoniacally
evil
if not genius
came
at them with the chisel
came
at them with the knife again
why
should they survive, not me?
so
various
the
launch into eternity
think
of the forgotten
deep
pile and dusty
spiders'
home
death
to the dead!
and
as to those fortunate still writhe
in
possibility -
on
all those who are about to salute me
I
slap down the paint
amen
hooray
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