who wins the skirmish when no one dies
clever old fool you managed to chain one
of the oldest deathless ones whose job was
death which screwed up the works since he
couldn’t work so how can we eat when
a week later the chicken’s head
still begs for grain it cannot store or how
do we please these greatest and most
fickle gods when a hundred perfect
oxen with golden horns embossed with blood
cannot take their rest and the sheep slipping
on its intestines tomorrow shakes its
head and bleats at you again and through the
night so you see the boulder was justice
Tag: boulder
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trying to remember the names
of all those Greeks and no denying it
through inaction and stubborn nature we
have chosen this and also true
we never quite got this world & its works
& grew to love the shores in simple ways
& apart from above can’t see why
so go over it from the start there’s him
with the boulder him with the bird
none of it seems to turn out that great
so here we will will wildflowers
and a breeze so they might not leave. But no.
You’re right. No one blames no one and
no one poked out my eye no one
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he heard a tink and thought of his wish and
where his hand didn’t want to go
and went there and there it was a
perfect miniature aureate
boulder so thanks were given and soon asystem—spray bottles, a special
strainer, fresh hand towels, a glass
container for storage and sometimes the
irregular borders brought bloodwhen they slit but he learned to love
fingers in filth for those gleaming nuggets
and later he’d have such elaboratebut fundamental stuff made most of which
was melted down in the end or, after
other animals 