Funeral

He is a dinosaur, if a worm, one that continually get squished and sliced but continues to grow back his head and not for a love of life, but because a dinosaur has pride.

When he makes new friends he celebrates with ceramics, sculpting vases and mugs with pictures of trees and promise, folklore and angels, all of which hang upon his shelf, behind the picture, in the safe. He would never let you obtain, only be seduced and have a memory to suffice.

I think ceramics because they are beautiful due to intention, easy to shatter and clear away. Things made from iron leave dents in walls, cracks in tiles, like gravestones, lingering for the sake of egotism, tradition.

This cave, abundant in shit, boxes-empty, cobwebs, picture frames-little igloos, home to each of your accents, your Eskimos. This cave is lacking a foundation, an attic- everything hidden is on show, empty boxes- scattered.

Aquamarine, a glow follows, surrounds. Not quite blue nor green, ironic that you hate the sea. It is as if evolution was jagged from microscopic seaweed to giant dinosaurs, maybe you forget your soul at sea.

Through your scales urea seeps, in and around. If only you were a mermaid- the ocean could cleanse, make you pure.

Sounds are choral, a thousand insects tapping at a nut, god playing Russia as a drum, forests screaming as they bloom.

I lean a ladder against my spine and a trampoline to my side- allowing you to stand on my shoulders and cry, to cry yourself to sleep, to sing, to explode, to bleed, to abuse, to reap.

From beside you I can see change, I can see your face become to change- a straw from a lunar moon direct to your teeth, hands and feet.

Seasons confused of what they should be, storms in July and hate in spring, children born old and growing young, disappearing species, incurable diseases- ignorance, egotism, immense wealth, lack of charm and truth.

I know that there is a thorn in your paw, your side, your mind, I know because I am also hurting, but the changes, the movements of mountains, the light of morning is different for us both and with awareness, without hate, we turned and walk away.