Good Friday
—How sweet the smell
of the rotting carcass
of me
in the grave.
Sleeping, I was woken
and went for a walk.
Jerusalem was surprised to see me.
I don’t know why—there were others
there. We woke and went
for a walk. A night on
the town. Jerusalem
was surprised to see me.
If our noses had not been
eaten by worms and maggots
we might have noticed
the strange smell.
of the rotting carcass
of me
in the grave.
Sleeping, I was woken
and went for a walk.
Jerusalem was surprised to see me.
I don’t know why—there were others
there. We woke and went
for a walk. A night on
the town. Jerusalem
was surprised to see me.
If our noses had not been
eaten by worms and maggots
we might have noticed
the strange smell.
posted by Paige | 7:21 PM
2 Comments:
I know I said I liked this one, and I still do, but upon rereading it I was much more disturbed than the first time around. The repetition of "Jerusalem was surprised..." reminds me of something out of Lewis- the minds of the dead winding down, skipping like a broken record. Was that intentional?
I wasn't thinking of Lewis, but that was something of what I was going for, probably perhaps.
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