Death Wish Normal
Death wish back to normal bustles through empty streets in every isolated mind longing for the old, obstructive crowds to slow it down. Back to normal and to the flesh pots of Egypt plus all the ecocidal fixings that made for sumptuous meals under the bullwhip shadows of oppression. Who besides rocks and rattlesnakes really likes deserts? Even cowboys just use them as backdrops for violence. But once a people walked one into freedom. And every step was heavy resistance against the death wish back to normal that tilted Earth in the direction of Egypt so that every isolated mind would simply slide that way by force of selective memory. And Papa God put out his hands, one of which closed around a yellow daffodil. “Pick one”, he said, “The living or the dead?” And the people hemmed and hawed and scratched their heads, knowing full well where the flower hid. Finally the game grew tired; they chose life and God smiled. And the rest of the story goes on in real time being told
Peter Bisson
Posted at 11:24h, 08 SeptemberThank you Greg!
Bryan Manning
Posted at 13:27h, 08 SeptemberI like the contrasting images of desertification and then a choice of rebirth in the daffodil, Greg. And there’s something of the Crash Test Dummies song, God Shuffled His Feet, in the last 2 stanzas, very cool!