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.

05/10/2012

Posted on 05/11/2012
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