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Reply To: | The listserv without rearview mirrors. --Minnie Cooper |
Date: | Sun, 14 Apr 2002 22:53:26 EDT |
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Black Work
On the fingers of little thieves a soft cruel fog creeps in from the Gulf
swallowing bouy and boat in its ghostly wake .
It steals through historic harbor blanketeting oystermen and fishermen
who scurry before it for place and port.
Soft,still and never satified it clambers over old docks
and gobbles up cobblestone allleys
along raffish bars where neon floosies loiter as garish ghosts
in panes of dirty moist glass .
Water ,sky , and land are one in this world
,transending time and space of the distant past in a wattery mirror of its
own .
Park and lawn of marbled white cemetery dishelved in age,
and algae black
embrace its inky onslaught like long lost brothers united in death .
In the city of the dead, broken headstones float in a world of cloud and
illusion .
The stones invite departed spirits to gather and stare under weeping willows
among tattered hanging spanish moss to witness
as dark ,malicious robbers pry oppen their world in stealth
to steal what isn't theirs.
This is ..Black Work.
I got a call to meet at 7:30 am at the old cemetery. There was a terrific
costal fog that morning and the old grave yard was buried in white blankets
; we met with archives and the state police and entered the tomb by 8 am ;
our initial findings were that this wasn't casual vandalism ; this was
something else. The crypts had been expertly broken into and there was some
little ceremonial dolls placed in odd positions around the remains.
By 8;15 we had determined the skulls had been stolen. Thats as much as I can
share right now. Best Michael
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To terminate puerile preservation prattling among pals and the
uncoffee-ed, or to change your settings, go to:
<http://maelstrom.stjohns.edu/archives/bullamanka-pinheads.html>
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