Whose Bright Idea Was Embalming Anyway?
by Ian Krieger
Sanguine lusts still rubbed still,
desecrated obliterations entombed,
oblivious soul stone strewn
with inhibited moistness
or the colors of siphoned blood
make the moon au fait with vengeance
rather than love.Preservation's fruitless instructions
command that the gone will not let
their survivors presume
that it is always forever absence
and not one-day resurrection
that prove who is in charge of whom,
and without time's fatal bloom
who is ultimate in power.© 2005 Ian Krieger
Born (South) Bronx, New York. Long time resident of Venice, California, currently living in Dunedin Florida. Former CEO of an international logistics company. Books, Pavans (Ommation Press) and An Unnamed Aesthetic (Stolen Images Press). Founder (emeritus) The Eternal Recurrence of 1957 Movement, Southern California Chapter. Proud member of The Jack Benny Fan Club and The Harry Stephen Keeler Society. Itinerant metaphysician, one of the last of the last of the great romantics and currently following the path of The Fool in the metaphoric totality of the Tarot.
