Ascension of Alex

by Scott Utley

The ascension of Alex came twenty-one days to the day he left his beautiful body. At first I

was not sure my mind was not playing tricks on me. But then I recalled the only tricks to speak

of where the ones I turned as a kid. Not knowing of any limitations bequeathed to me by the

prince of darkness, I accepted the fury of goodness that blotted out the pain in my fragile

rice-papered heart, and chariots of gold pulled sons and moons from other galaxies across

the blood-stained sky, and wondrous images of holy men and the woman who keep the fires

burning, filled my mind’s eye with daffodils and other blooms, like yoke-yellow poppies, agua

tinted roses from Persia and beyond, and there was a face among such shooting stars as one

man has never seen, well, not since the eve good kind Richard King surely had to die, and

then a pod of orcas raced for the holy position of being in first place and God did

generously grant them that exalted place, and then another face, it was the actual face of

God, and he was laughing and laughing and laughing and then I knew for certain, Alex was in a

better place.


Posted on 05/11/2012
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/11/12 at 03:52 PM

I love the "fury of goodness", the "rice-papered heart". This is about as pyschedelic as it gets, and I just love God laughing at the end. Lucky Alex.

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