First published in  Lonely Goat Print Magazine Volume II - #9

Goat's Gallery - October 1999

Death

Crisply aware of spacial pacement, all together now. One, two, three...jump and spinning we go, tuck and fall rolling over wet leaves like spongy euphoria. Brightness fills and patches our soul; like strangely formed vessels embarking across arid seas. To us is perfectly fitted in ambiance of murr, perforated drippings of candle's delight. Exhale and it is we. Inhale and tears of passion land preciously, gratefully upon intended brows. Sight unseen, pleasure uncensored in the child's hope. Innocent and undaunted not left to cower, not haulted at immense Hallway's entrance. Success and penetration. Knowledge of generations and the shaking of a hand. Open to us your wisdom. Walk in from the dark shadows of a linear existence. One, Two, One...goes the clock in directions already made clear. Walk in from the rain driving down, up...round. Dry your mind and cast human bondage down the well. That's where they all go.

Fly in circles of the great Hall's hope. Learn to live where the monkey-dog gos. Learn to be with passion and might. Learn to love, not to fight. Learn to give, cause everything's left. So in the end be not thou feared for truth in the whole to all be clear.

Duncan Stewart
September 1999

Duncan Stewart is another Greensboro inhabitant, having been transplanted from Long Island some time ago. He told us at Lonely Goat he, "currently finds himself training horses for an income." When he is not, "engaged in equine activities," he spends his time sculpting (don't ask with what - ed.) miniature replicas of Constantinople (or is that Istanbul?-ed.) and reading the literary works of Camus. He has promised us more of his creations for the future including something visual. Thank you Duncan.