But whom do people kill? They kill the noble, the brave, the heroes. They take aim at these and do not know that with these they mean themselves. They should sacrifice the hero in themselves, and because they do not know this, they kill their courageous [sister].
--Carl Jung, The Red Book
Or, they kill the mirror
That reflects themselves
As if surface were allegory
For depth / and depth
Could speak in words
And words could kill
What they hate they
Cannot see in themselves
But saw in you / trans-
posed to light / radiant
In your little house
By the creek / frog-
infused / where you
Put your tent out
Back some nights
Cacophony the mirror
Of silence / frog song
Mantras chanted to
Mark a prelude
“Don’t expect thoughts
To stop,” they say
They never do
But you can drop
Them like towels
In a basket / snow
On city street / you
Offered us the silence
Of your frequent
Absences—off to do
This! Do that!--
Neighbor looked up
To see her missing
Dog at the edge
Of her lanai / only
Her time had passed
Not his / for he was
There / Is your death absence
Or return? Your photo
On my fridge place-holds
The question / time stamp
Reads 2001 / March / afternoon
Now 2024 / July / morning
Dog and I turned back
When it began to rain
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