Storytellers know what scholars learn
That we in time, because of time, must burn
And to the womb of Death we must return.
Fairytales tell us what we can’t forget;
That we are always children, to expect
The witches’ woods of trauma and neglect.
In almost every fairytale we’ve ever heard
We children can’t be seen, can’t say a word,
And know our Fate must always be absurd.
* * *
Our task, then, is to be resurrected
By challenging the unexpected,
To re-appear the fractally perfected.
Hansel and Gretel, Snow White are the best
To learn from, learn never to trust or rest
—The poorest of us and the wealthiest.
When we toast Life, remember we’re Death’s guest.
Excerpted from Dark Energy/
Gravity of the Black Hole, in press