An unholy curiosity

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The pungent smell of tar sends me back

To summer days spent wending my time away

As dandelions parodied the gawdy sun

And the pebbles in my pants were reserved for having fun by skimming water.

In the dark church heavy incense melds with the body odour of the priest

Sweating for his immortal soul while mixing an amorous alcoholic liquid on the altar.

Did I dream the frozen moment when I pushed at the heavy door

And stared down the nave towards the altar

Admiring the immutable calm of the white burning candles?

O mummified unwindings of a past that could not last

Like a dark, tepid river, fear begins to snake through the empty spaces

Where all the souls of all the girls and boys coagulate 

To stretch the nothingness of not-knowing way past infinity

The unguent messes of the priest's eyes are closed in unctuous supplication

But no body listens to the wind

Though the insensibility of stones is a staging post

On the road to unfenced existence.

◄ Elegy for Anna

Time's fool ►

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