ME at 73
(presbyter)
Suspect too much sweet talk
But never close your mind
(Seamus Heaney)
Grumpy old man with a flesh-eating
disease. Someone threw a bucket of
dirty water off the Jensen roof into
the hemlock splashing down my
office window and now I see
through a glass darkly.
I vote for my devilish detailing
diabolical accusatory explanations,
blamations, interpretations, & reasons
why more than any sweet jesus robes
& sandals good Samaritanism.
Abysmal & beyond me. .
Can’t be said in public.
(Peer pressure is forever).
Crow! My father testified: hearing a caw,
caw, caw--almost deaf, almost without
sight.: my sister wheeling him in his chair
the night he died.
Used to beep the horn of his 38 Ford
passing the turkey farm in Hershey,
start them all up: gobble, gobble,
gobbling.
Running across a Connecticut meadow
toward the Armstrong farm, he slipped
fell & slid across a steaming morning
muffin wearing his first long pants ever. .
When I accused him of having an ego as
large as anyone’s, big as a house, he said,
“Yes, but mine’s crucified.”
Later, wife cackling with dementia I
could hear over the phone:"Yes, that's
your dear mother..Yes. It's beyond me. "
Yes.
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