Sunday, June 30, 2013

Rite


Rite



This is no mistake --
And cheaper than butchering 
A beast.

The river reels;
Wheels stick in the mire,
The ox's tail gets wet.

Be still.
This offering is equal 
To your neighbor's.

Listen: 
Pipers pipe the feast.




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5 comments:

  1. the walking manJuly 1, 2013 at 6:23 AM

    You have just made my ancestors jump within me with your words Karen.

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  2. Carol Steel July 1, 2013 at 11:27 AM

    This is lovely, ethereal and haunting.

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  3. Brian MillerJuly 1, 2013 at 10:38 PM

    magic...love the stanza on this offering being equal to the neighbors...perhaps a little cain and abel reference there....smiles.

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  4. christopherJuly 2, 2013 at 12:45 AM

    Henges Of Stone And Wood

    Here we sing the stones,
    turn and go to the river.
    There we boat up stream
    to the grand alley
    and parade before The God
    until the great wood
    surround rises, moon
    shining full above. The wood
    sings with us. We live.
    I lower myself
    while you hold upright, silver
    in the wild moon's light.

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    1. christopherJuly 2, 2013 at 12:47 AM

      I love your poem, dear... See what you made me do?

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