Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Friday, September 07, 2012

Dogs, a dead mole, twinkles and the news


i love my dogs
but they killed a mole:
not because this act was required
to protect the pack
but because they are dogs

we buried the mole
by a stone near the front of our house
we were sorry and apologized
and the sky went black
and the heavens split wide open
and out fell all the stars
like broken lights
twinkle, twinkle, crash, nothing

beyond the horrible gap in the sky
i could just make out an enormous mole
sitting in a wild garden
reading a newspaper
he looked up briefly, squinted at me
through the the vast tear in the universe
and then went back to reading the newspaper

later that night, i lay in bed wondering
why the giant mole didn't have internet
and then i thought:
'maybe he does have internet
but he still likes to read the paper'

i went to work the next morning
and paused briefly by the stone
and the little mole grave next to it
i noticed small pieces of broken stars
they twinkled in the dirt


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