hour 6 poem 6 from my life is all gone i make my new life

burned it down down & more down
till the fire couldnt eat anymore till the fire couldnt
breathe now its all gone— my life
is all gone

am I not supposed to weep grieve
it now that I stand in the smoking steaming
earth of what-now of never-been-to-this-place-before— so many deaths

preceded this place I now find myself
big death   little death   in-between deaths

this one little death went to the market
this death wants roast beef

& lets not forget the little death that howled
Itself all the way to a home-not-yet-in-existence

across an entire continent she drove
to make-find

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