He Kindly Stopped For Me
A vision…
Cypress trees
In the garden
Walking (slouching) towards
Gethsemane (Golgotha)
To be born
(eviscerated)
In a manger
Decorated with the viscera of Dunsinane
Pay no attention
To the sword
On the string
My head is merely atman
(Or is it brahman?)
Not self walks into a bar
“Anatta again!?!,” the regulars groan
Orders a drink: Blood of the Weird Sisters
Words of their prophecies
(Pharisees)
Written on the studio walls
The carriage is the moon
Reflected in the carnage
Of the putrefaction
Of our afterbirth