The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
-W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming (1919)
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On the occasion of the Seattle Womxn’s March Jan 21, 2017
You ask me to walk in silence
hold my tongue
wait
just a little longer
and still
a little longer
maybe four years.
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Two years ago today, you died, Dad.
You missed the Alaska cruise, the week in London, two weddings, one at the exquisitely chic Sonoma winery, where you would have made that face you made whenever you succumbed to pressure to taste a great red wine, which never delivered anything close to the two-packet Sweet-n-Low iced tea you liked, the other one beautiful as the San Marcos hillside, your grandson handsome as a GQ model, his bride stunning and kind, laughing and happy, the two of them emanating enough joy that you would have forgotten the crazy mishigas your former daughter-in-law created.
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As it always has,
temptation came from the lure of the fruit
and the urge of the Serpent.
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Slowly, slowly I wash our last dishes
allow the too-warm water to
redden my hands to just the right amount of pain
so I will remember
that this is what it took
to release the hardened remnants
from the places
I used to feed on you.
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