For Chuck

Dear tender heart, dear restless soul

How hard it is to let thee go

Your murmured prayers

Our bitter tears

Seem helpless ‘neath the hammered blows

The last long moments, tended sure

By angels holding Father’s face

To see thy limbs,

Thy heart, thy self

Be healed by such costly Grace.

And now we yearn, and weep and rage

Our grief aroused until ‘tis spent

Exhausted thus

At last we know

Redeemed, remade thou didst present

For Chuck Parker


Thanks to MD

The Dream Crab

The dream crab told me

“You and all the other weeping women must die.”

God forgive me, but is this the

Same creature who not so long ago said I was the only one,

The one and only, the one and only one whom ever could ever be

Once and for all part and all,

Answer and question

And now because I weep I must die?

All is loneliness.

Forgive me, but this does not seem fair.

I have no longer tits to suckle; this is why

I weep.

He Crept

He crept down back stairs

Screen door

Little metal hook

Went outside

Dog followed.

He stepped on wet grass


Felt gun’s weight in hand.

“Don’t know why I have to be so quiet,

As if I can hide.”

Shot dog

Then himself

Wouldn’t have worked any other way.

May 28, 2009