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Indigenous Fauna

Body shook, drum-heart pounding in my temples 
until it matched the beat resounding from beneath my feet --

and then the world slowed down for me,

a figment of perception,
but an answered prayer all the same.

If I had been able to, I would have sucked death right out of you,
caught it in my hands,
flushed it down to where the dead things are

below the cities -- cracked sewers and clogged pipes 
connected to classrooms filled with television-eyes.

In school I was taught that God was dead,
but when I insert my fingers into the gashes,
I feel an evident pulse.
God isn't dead, just extremely sick,
patiently waiting for a decent medical doctor
to restart the ventilator.

When my heart stops,
I pray that it happens while in the forest,
far away from strangers celebrating store-bought holidays
all year round. When my heart stops,
I hope to have one more moment
to celebrate what truly counts to me

before roots and teeth reclaim my flesh,
because there truly is no place like home.



2015 Kanata Remix




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  1. Date: 2/28/2015 6:35:00 AM

    Chris, been missing you and your mastery of inspiring inspirational interludes intelligently interjected ... no exception here! Fav.....hope you and yours are well my friend.
  1. Date: 2/19/2015 3:47:00 PM

    Aha! You were tiptoeing around the Soup and I didn't notice it. : D Your poetry's never disappointing, my friend, in this particular case, I love the last two stanzas. It's great seeing you "souping."
  1. Date: 2/13/2015 4:42:00 PM

    God is home, the peace in the forest, the pulse of the heart, the one who answers prayers, who will be with us in the end...I'm happy to be reading a new post from you, Chris...is it too soon to welcome you back?
  1. Date: 2/13/2015 3:53:00 PM

    "there's no place like home, no place like home." Hi Chris, I hope all is well with you. I live in Pocatello, Idaho now. I have a cute, little one bedrm apt and start my job next week. All is well. Cant get internet yet though, other priorities first, maybe next month. I enjoyed your poem,it reminds me that I want to be buried here,among the large stones. love and hugs, Catie :)
  1. Date: 2/13/2015 3:12:00 PM

    The forest is the most beautiful place to where I wish my heart stops too when the time comes ..Because there is no place more beautiful than nature..away from all the noise.The place where serenity never fails ..Yes. By the way,Welcome back Chris.So delighted to see a poem of yours once again.A fav!

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