A walk through a new cemetery

6/5/2023

Birth of a long-dead ancestor — I forget how kinky the church can be

Odour
“a lingering quality, impression, or feeling attaching to something” -- OED
Con/Jur/d, 6/5/2023

In the dream
we couldn’t stop sneezing

“Huh, we can smell in dreams”

Maybe, it wouldn’t be the first
time a memory has cloaked itself in 
a dream, but why was he wearing
such a cloying deodorant?

Blamed it on zombification
so you said

Hiding the smell of flesh
in case the machines can detect
meat off-gassing

For a moment
there’s some residual guilt
listening to the NY Times
new music playlist

       these days
the front pages are hosted
by charnel house apologists
-- it’s camouflage, we tell

ourselves, not good to stand out
better when we all wore masks
the unsleeping eyes

could let go
and we could blink

besides, the culture pages are still
great, aren’t they? And I’m listening
to “The Lion, The Witch and the 
Wardrobe” while walking through too
bright cemetery, one of those 

without trees        
                         saints, and plastic flowers
dominate the brown grass, while
at the edges deep green leaves
delineate the difference between
lush and stony silences

And Azlan says
"Rise up, Sir Peter Wolf's-Bane 
And, whatever happens, never 
forget to wipe your sword"

And we wonder
not for the first time
what else due to our
beginningless greed 
anger, and ignorance

have we accepted as 
a true and necessary
attachment?

“I am evolved but you’ve stayed the same” — Bethany Cosentino — ‘I’m Fine’

A crack through which light causes

consequences

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 6/5/2023