MY VERY OWN ‘MAYBE’ MORTALiTY

DEATH…AND (MAYBE) LiFE:

THREE THiNGS OF ASHES iN THiS, OUR OLD HOUSE.

(AT LEAST OF THAT i'M AWARE)

POWDERED, EYE-LASHED REMAiNS OF MY FATHER (james-human/texan/drummer/dancer/shoe salesman/truck driver) AND MY FAMiLY'S FiRST TWO DOGS OF SHORTHAiR (dewey-weimeraner and norman-dalmation+weimeraner).

NONE OF WHiCH WERE EVER SET AFLAME; JUST GASES AND BONES; MORE FRAGMENTED MEMOiRS OF MERE RETORTED FEiGN.

BROTHERS, MOTHERS, SiSTERS, AND FATHERS...SONS, DAUGHTERS, AND MAN'S BEST FRiENDS-BOTH SNiFFERS AND ONE SLOBBERER.

GRiEF'S TiNY MAGNETS TOO TiNY TO CLiNG…TO FRiDGE, OR PHARAOH, NOR SATURN’S GREAT KEY RiNGS.

A MYTH…THE DUST OF THE DEAD: TWO COiNS FOR THEiR EYES BUYS THE LiViNG THREE CHERiSHED REMiNDERS…MAYBE…

1. LiFE HAS A PRiCE…RUST.

2. ALL OF US…A REMiSSED MiST.

3. DEATH iS A PRiZE…A BEDDED WiSH.