The Caterpillar Dance

John Mingay
ISSUE 2006-1
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The Caterpillar Dance Passing through but nonetheless bound up in this ritual of unremitting death and all-pervading sorrow the one feeding the other whether hidden and safe behind planks of darkness or in every high point to become a monument every face every building every bridge is tainted without bias unwatchable uninhabitable uncrossable I have reached the saddest place on earth and am paying the penalty for reliving lives with my own missing in action in the cumulative that draws me further in further down. For zone hereuse this is not the irony not lost though the laughter goes unheard against the howling wind and lashing rain and all the while the blackness only gets blacker Impatiently I await my wings to become a hairstreak homeward bound.