the fact of death — not
to be believed until my
turn comes to prove it

How do we manage to live with death, except by denying it? I dreamed I was a member of an all-male community, the elder members of which all suddenly disappeared mysteriously. Perhaps there was something going on around denial of the feminine at the same time as denial of death – but I have not succeeded in addressing that aspect of the dream in my poem.


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