I met my death walking down Grant Avenue
four miles an hour,
She said, "I am your death."
I asked or I sort of asked, "Are you my
She didn't know Anglo-Saxon so she coyly
repeated, "Isn't it enough that I am
your death? What else should bother us?"
"Doom," I said. "Doom means judgement
in Anglo-Saxon. The Priestess of the
dead has a face like whey."
Whey is the liquid which is left after
spoon off the curds which are good with
sugar. The dead do not know judgement.
I am writing this against the Great Mother
that lives in the earth and in mysteries
I am unable to repeat
Heros take their doom. I will not
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