Thursday, March 5, 2015
There was a message on my phone last night. From my dad.
[Imagine Harvey Keitel's voice here]:
"....I put leftover chicken in the yard today.....for the birds....and a vulture landed in the yard and ate it....in the yard....a vulture... then it flew up and sat on that skull you made years ago (a plaster skull I left at the house a long time ago [I didn't make it])....a vulture sitting on a skull...and I don't have a camera.... a VULTURE....on a SKULL.... and I DON'T have a camera....." [mumbles. hangs up.]
|Probably looked exactly like this.|
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
The grave-digger, weary, yet eager as well.
Hiding his pain to the sound of the knell,
With strokes of the spade turns round and round
The weary sods of the dried-up ground.