_____________________________Peter's Wake____________________________________________
A t Peter Breen's wake earlier. Lots of family there and friends. His children. photos. near the coffin. so strange to see "him" there, his remains as they say. a mark on his forehead. his sister was saying to me... "he must have fallen.." .... "after a heart attack... we don't know yet..." one his nieces knelt at the coffin, she was dressed in black -- eyes tearing crying.. his kids .. sitting with the mother.. i had never met her previously.... "I am sorry for your loss..."

one of his sisters, he had five, was just like him. the same mannerisms. the similar liveliness...

the eyes so much alike andthe glasses with the eyes in there... deep almost foggy with the deep lens...

yes indeed... and she was not the twin
he had a twin sister... she looked grief stricken... yes, forsaken frozen... then Frank came in smiling swaggering beautiful Frank put smiles on the faces of the children... _________________________________________ Peter ________ he was so alive he bust with it he was going to have to get more of his leg cut they found him Sunday morning... in the kitchen young man forty years I helped to move a couch to his place this summer Mark and I and Donny.... Saw him last 16 days ago... he asked me for this piece of ivory with an elephant carved on it... I put it with him in the coffin... like an Egyptian god carrying his gifts with him surely men do not die and go to a spirit world... as they pass from this passage to another... what other room waits for him... his ancestors? lost friends? loves? lovers? clouds of citrus trees god angels romping in the leaves hurdles of love?

or as the soul travels who does it meet? is the soul feminine masculine?

if you were sick and dyring what soul would you be?

who are you when dead?

who becomings water of air ? ancestors girdle grief what fire of seizing?

kings of death princes of life
Queen and soul marking making the instant of arrival...
where did your soul go Peter? Did it fly right away to the strait gates
past Ivory and
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imagine playing the Satie piece at his wake
the flow of emotion
would have overwhelmed ~

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