What happens to all those who are lost, who die, or are somehow obliterated in fairy tales? In the darkest distances [which also exist in our subconscious] they are rejuvenated.
Our - their dispersal is drawn together again by the same natural forces that embrace the universe. These are a random yet selective drive to perpetuate everything. They are omnipotently inclusive. They also destroy...
The conceited may think these reincarnations are their children. Yet others know that [such] a closed door merely disturbs the confluence of a threshold.
Thusly: The slaying of Dragons is a fake concept. The Dragon symbolises the old ways - it is not evil. The sword used to slay it is a usurped Christian sign [of the cross]. In actuality what Christ wanted to slay was the beast inside us - not the beauty of all nature's creatures.
When the last Dodo died, a human was present.
What Happens?
What happens to people and animals lost
who die or are vanquished in tales?
In the darkest distance of our subconscious mind,
their returning hope prevails
Drawn together in perpetual cycles
yet remaining out of reach
artists and writers and shaman call them
past confluence, threshold and each
knows the slaying of dragons is totally wrong
Home of the extinct
the murdered
the sphynx
this alter-world has no name
this nowhere
this flash
this hidden dilemma of
those who were banished in shame
Odd children ostracised, old people lost
whipped horse
beaten dogs remain
In paradox’s wrenching
misunderstood clenching
and vaporous kinetic domain
We give them a life, whenever we read
or think or have ‘a moment’
When shivers appear, when calls coincide
when names conjure people and then some
times ancestors smile,
and history groans
in the things
we first thought were gruesome