Carl the dead cow showed up on my doorstep this one fine eve
“I’m not here to haunt- just looking for a friend,” says he
“looking for someone by the name of Steve.”
“My name isn’t Steve,” I said back to him, “and I can’t be certain,” I said with a grin,
“if it’s the wisest decision or will end in a vision of my.. chagrin.
But Carl my man, you look like a fine guy,
you’ve got great teeth, and dirt inside your empty eye,
so if you’re up to it bro and down for the flow
I’d be willing to give this friendship thing a right rockin’ go.”
Carl agreed that although I was no Steve
he was lonely and sad, his heart needed to mend,
so I’d have to do as a stand-in Steve friend.
I invited him in, I made us some tea
then we sat on the couch this Carl and me.
I asked him what happened that brought him round tapping
at strangers doors on the the brink of this night,
what brought on his plight, what killed him- that’s right,
because after all Carl was still
a very bleached, very white, very dead bony skull.
Carl did sigh and with a shiver and tear
he told me his tale and thus was his deal:
“Good teeth did I have,” Carl began, “good skin as well,
good meat on my bones, and for this to me the folks would tell
in all of these earnest and honest sounding tones
that I was very lucky, said I had it all,
but all- all I had was no belief to recall,
no belief in their words because all I knew t’was how
they would enter my stall, carve the meat from my bones
because they wanted good steak dinner, tasty food in their homes.
Having what they desired, something after which they did long
was all I’d done wrong, being
endowed with God-given gifts my very single crime
and for this they made me pay time after time.
Each day they did come, carve pieces from my flesh,
stealing bit after bit until nothing was left
living death is what was left of me
at the end of my ordeal, surviving it all with breath
in my nostrils still. Breath whistling through my skull,
not very much more, living death is what I’ve become
after surviving that war.”
“Carl my man,” I said when he was done,
“your tale is most definitely a very grim one,
but you’re still here, are you not? Something was left
and it definitely couldn’t be something they forgot.
See the one thing you’ve got, that they never could steal,
was something inside of you, something too real
to touch, to damage, or carve off as a meal.
It’s the thing at your core that will always endure.
See this one little thing you seem to have forgotten
is something so special it can never go rotten.
This God-given gift that slipped out of your mind
is something you must try to once again find.
It’s what you were given at the beginning of beginnings
the reason you’re living- it’s what keeps you breathing!
Brother Carl, this thing I speak of
was born and created in that wonderful place
that place that is sated in God’s purest, deepest, most concentrated
In that space your spirit was formed,
and then gifted, and then born, to you.
And this magical most beautiful fantastical
shining and sparkling blinding white light;
is there within you. To have and to hold,
and Carl this soul, it will always stay whole,
no matter what and no matter who
tries to take it away from you.
Yes they’ll fail and they’ll fail and they’ll fail once again
for your light will endure whole, perfect, and shining
Carl took pause and looked up at me then
with those big gaping eye holes and said, “You know what man?
These words of yours they actually make sense
and they’ve managed to penetrate this skull of mine, though it’s dense.
You’ve given me hope which is helping me cope
and hang on and remember who I’ve been all along.
Although I can never get back what’s been taken,
it doesn’t mean that everything’s been forsaken.
For the thing that has died- a rather gruesome death I’ll add,
(I mean dude, I was literally fried,)
and it’s definitely sad and must be mourned and received,
believed and then grieved,
and let taken its very last breath
before letting go, burying, bringing to rest.
This thing that has died is not WHAT I am and it’s not WHO I am.
Your words have helped me understand
that although things happen TO me and AROUND me
they affect me but do not DEFINE me.
They told me I was nothing, I tell them I am NO THING;
undefinable, endless, a piece of the infinite and all-encompassing.
What has died is my attachment
to the boundaries put on me by others.
I get it now friend, how the thing that lives on
the eternal wham bam slam- it goes on forever and can never be severed.
But, stand in Steve, although I do believe in all of these words,
what on earth do I do with this little bit
“Well Carl,” says I, “if you believe in it son,
rebirth yourself here, no doubt it can be done.
For death and birth are like sisters, so it’s been said,
and since you’re already dead, I’d say it’s about time
to give living a right good shot instead.”
And so friends the story goes that Carl arose
and went on to become
a very popular and very famous spokes-man.
Traveling the world, representing the masses,
all the lads and the lasses, the young and the old,
the ones with no speech, the ones who couldn’t teach;
it was for them that he did preach.
He tried his very best to do them all justice
by spreading his message as far and as wide
as he possibly could.
He would speak of what he’d seen and what to him it all did mean,
and at the end of all of his speeches he’d always conclude
with a little something to this effect:
“Friends,” he would say, “dearest friends.
My words may be harsh but please take it to heart;
If you rape your own kind is it really any question
that you do the same to your animals, your vegetation,
your planet, your home?
You’re not only raping others,
you’re essentially raping your very own selves.
Please hear my words as I beg an end to this insanity.
Please see and awaken to the truth of what was
and to where we shall return. As is written by the prophets,
a state for which I yearn. Isaiah foretells of the wolf beside the lamb
sitting side by side, for in this time peace shall finally reside.
Yes it’s up to us, up to you and up to me,
to open our eyes to the possibility
of bringing about this peace;
By changing our ways, through understanding our actions,
becoming conscious beings, and reclaiming