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I am Jarshua of Eastern Mass... (Greenbelt qualified)
A "Commonwealth" land of conquered Indians, blue-collar workers, and the odd babel-on poet.
In the 1600s my family arrived.
A cheerful lot mashing from Scotland and Ireland.
Yo our kind may have intermarried.
Might have gone native.
Yet wild to begin with ~
Picts hailing from Orkney, Sinclairs protecting the pilgrim path, my kind won a boon.
A grail for cupping the blood. Treasure enough to raise up Rosslyn.
The apprentice pillar and green man, my pagan/Christian root offers her a shelter.
"Committing thine works to God" to welcome the wandering gypsy tribe.
In glen rich with moss, we wash the Black Madonna.
Cavorting and prancing virility in May on most high.
Jarshua knows the far-gone desert. He sees the sands spiralling about.
Wandering without respite, a peace held deep in his heart.
Tribes that seek no end, patterns stamped forever.
Delicate space twinkles down.
A conduit for energy ancient and profound.
The truth fell-down upon a hill. It was to be dragged about.
Stashed away on islands in freshwater Ethiopia, oh how it freed us from Sin! : )
The white cloth simple and soft, food meagre for the righteous.
Black siblings slanging to sacrament, bearded bastards mixing together in some homes.
Before the American Revolution my ancestors smelled something coming.
They traveled North to Canada and for three generations stayed put.
Israel Kinney the 1st, 2nd and 3rd so I guess they were evangelical. Or Jewish.
Re-settling in Northern Maine my forebears farmed potato.
At some point during the mists of time - from void of space - I fashioned myself a thing.
From the great cosmic mystery an eye projected an eye.
I was born in Mother's bedroom because she follows prayer over doctor.
After sunset during short days, just before Samhain when the dead re-surface.
A sibling wore rainbow coloured socks.
Once when I was lonely I thought to myself; "If I were dead, I wouldn't know it."
I remember my head being wedged underwater, beneath a stone in a nightmare.
I dreamt that Papa watched.
Every night before bed Mimmy said "Our Father-Mother who art in Heaven," and I sank right in.
When little, me shake violent!
When little, me head bang against the fridge.
When little an imaginary friend made it so that, "I was right."
The german shepherd followed me, and I slept in her bed.
Blaming it on our black cat, I ripped the leather with a coat hanger.
Destroyed me bros racetrack.
In the basement hung father's animal traps - Mink and muskrat.
Dad lumbering about, elegantly analysing the New York stock exchange.
An ode to the woodsman wearing wool! Mainers, plaid, honesty.
We built forts from bark, sticks, stones, hay bales and birthing box.
Mamba Samba, Zurzur, and Chumpus established 'ye ol' pecking order on a Mushy Diaper club.
On the Northshore in Essex County we battled giant spiders.
Swords, shield, armour, dungeon, castles, knights, dragon, pine forest, lady slippers.
My kid self, met with whims of power that taketh as easy as giveth.
The rites of passage worked a relationship to soul.
Left in thick snowy wilderness with matches alone.
