The summoning of the drums beginning
the gathering of all kinds of skinned
and boned and thoughtful fools
rose and rose silence and din.

Do not forget the gone-home
do not forget the land the dead owned
and turned into your tissues strong
in constant thanksgiving for wisdom.

Life force flows where it will without
being commanded by mother or father
what is known is in water rather than
planted or buried in field or hearth.

Like when death begins its descending
everything so far as yet undone
turns brown then hides in a crowd
absorbed like vitamins by the young.

So I make a tremendous list
with fist-like seriousness and hints
of funny contradiction and glittering
recursion for my children to trust.


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