The Redskin believed he could be bitten by a poisonous
snake and dance through death to life again.
The dust from beautiful bodies weighs the same as the dust
from plain folks. I prefer the beauties, but grace makes no such
distinctions.
It
comes invisible into the sources of the brain and
swells there. Soon the fading body is enveloped in iridescent
brilliant light, a beacon, a signal to my father that his brother
may' be changing permanently into something else. Soon his
brother, my uncle, may no longer be deaf in one ear.
Andrew Rosenheim
BLUE IS NOT YOUR DYING
Blue is not your dying
in an old country store,
nor certain in the faint
of yellow field, autumn
and behind you. Wretched
as the fact of death,
fixed to an old cane chair,
thus, thus, sing some birds
across the line of road
our listening bent to.
You are not to speak; some–
where is not else's way
of choosing, closed to bids,
closed to auction, to call.
