A Letter on the Contemplation of Eternity, by Seymour
Where some crave eternity,
Deathless eternities
Wrapped in blank aha moments,
They confine themselves Read on…
Where some crave eternity,
Deathless eternities
Wrapped in blank aha moments,
They confine themselves Read on…
A fly came to visit to day
Fortunately it was not Emily Dickensen’s. Read on…
Elijah, the elder, teaches others—
Or believes he does.
He huffs and chuffs in long sighs
As he prepares for them—the eyeless.
He mutters and nods his head Read on…
Silver cannon barrels adorned the walls
Bringing the eye upward toward the crucifix
Christ mollified, frozen in time,
Chest bones, protuberances that would have elated a xylophonist.
Body and blood hidden behind golden doors. Read on…
Josef smugly retired behind her eyes,
Jack-booted memories draped lazily over ancient scars;
Crisp German uniform holds sway there
Center stage a Death’s head prominent on his lapel.
Behind the rods and cones Read on…