The Haunted Cabin
THE HAUNTED CABIN
Now the cabin that we call earth, was not always a cabin.
There was a time when nothing decayed, a time only of sterilized
Molecules. There was no smells, no disease, no flowers, no rats,
The earth was filled with water pasteurized organic eggs.
Death arrived with life, they built this cabin to hide their secret.
They were lovers from the beginning. They nursed one drink
All night long. Life fed death but death fed life. It was their
Pessimistic custom, they could not live without the other.
The Pantheon said, let there be life, but let it be guarded by death.
Copyright © F. J. Norton | Year Posted 2015
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