The Palace Park

The Palace Park

Monday, 9 August 2010

Damn you, Stephen Crane

We laid part of you to rest in Suffolk on a Saturday with you Auntie S, Tanzie and little Pedro.

The ashes of a 5lb, 7 ounce baby takes up the same space as Pedro, a much loved, fat cat.

I have had this poem running through my head off and on the last week, in between flushes of heat and spastic colons, and chaotic dreams. Last night, we were sailing and you were high up on the masts.

In the desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter-bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

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