“Deal of the Week” is an updated take on the horoscope column. Bad advice, worse poetry, every Monday.
The swamp feels real good, warm from the bottom and easy to settle into sarcophogeal.
The darkness doesn’t want us to live forever.
Burn off your sinning self, you stinking flesh on stilts.
The darkness doesn’t want us to live forever.
Whittle down to smiling bone. A little shows with laughter—go a little further.
Cast the calcified bits that won’t burn.
Apply the ash to baby skin; mix with fresh herbs.
Bury under new moon. Forget until ancestor and descendent insist upon you.
Philly Plain Dealer 