Inconveniences Rightly Considered

III. The Conversation at the Funeral

  Joseph Campbell dabbles long

  until his dabbles dapple

  over every myth and faeble

  now with Hello-Kitty-cute

  anachronisms forged

  of this thinly-veiled dogged heritage

  he's running from,

  his Katholische Theoligischen

  Annahme: that quest to hold no

  Catholic theological assumptions,

  blinds him to his own living, cosmic

  Christ like every other sage

  who reacted to a church that no one

  else could know about

  in our age

  but us,

  especially native tribes who spin myths

  like prophecies messianic,

  had pagans had some Jewish texts.

  The Myth

  about a dying hero spelunking

  the deep, dark, dank black lagoon

  to die

  for those of us who would die.

  And so

  Joe's own host of centrals share one face:

  a Catholic Christ,

  who plays in ten thousand places

  -- when I lie down, when I sit down, when I rise --

  rather than ten thousand faces playing in the Christ he claims divides

  into holistic forms:

  shares.

  Company.

  That's neither here nor

  there in my back yard,

  the Spirit of Life who made and sustains

  the neighbor's twenty-pound cat I've named Citrinus

  for reasons tinted obvious

  feels something wrong and groans and cannot

  fix the waiting Spirit's groan so chose some lesser action

  elects a broken road that made him

  murder a tiny bunny

  made him

  amplify the groaning

  of his selfsame spirit of

  life.

  and the groan

  he'll try to fix again

  tomorrow

  rather than groan himself.

  But the spirit's there, The

  Word within all things,

  both times

  and weeps.

  Joe said, 'A man once had a boy

  who said, 'Hold my little bird,

  my father,

  hear his birdie song.'

  But the man ignored his son until

  he couldn't any longer,

  then took the bird and snapped its neck.

  when he killed the bird,' old Campbell said,

  'He killed the song, and so himself.'

  Split,

  divide the hemispheres,

  a seismic

  cosmic diagram of crusted molten cores

  II. Meal

  (that avocado half on your plate there, let me have that for a sec, just a second, I'll give it back right after a bite)

  III. Convo

  Take the

  straightest distance twixt two points:

  from mine and then to yours

  a hole -- we dig to China –

  there

  like here

  some larger kith and kin of Citrinus

  offs a larger kith and kin of bunny

  II. Meal

  (Christopher-named Tigger eats what Christopher named Kanga)