The 15th Of February

RDP Monday: FLOW

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Back in February, the 15th human foot of the decade washed up on the Pacific Northwest shoreline.

Feet minus the rest of their body’s had been washing up between Georgia Straight and the Puget Sound over the years and each time one did we were left to ponder- were they plane crash victims? Victims of smuggling, human trafficking or foul play?

It turns out that some were suicides, others were victims of accidents and none, we were told, were the victims of foul play or human sacrifice or cannibalism ( I’ve heard loads of weird theories ).

 

A map of where feet were found in British Columbia, including the most recent foot. |British Columbia Coroners Service

The prevailing winds in this area are move west to east so anything floating in this part of the Pacific will be pushed to the shore here in the Sound and the Georgia Straight instead of to  the  San Francisco Bay Area.

It’s a haunting image, a foot in a shoe bobbing and rolling past boats and fish and Whales until it winds up on a beach or on the rocks and it sits there until a dog trots along or someone wonders, ‘what the heck is that?’

How many times have I walked along the beaches or sailed on the Sound? Lots. Have I ever thought it was possible that one day after a turn of horrible events my foot could float to shore and horrify a beachcomber or a dog walker or someone who wanted to contemplate the Universe and all that it could mean?

I didn’t.

I don’t think anyone can really imagine that.

Have nightmares about it, maybe.

 

Lady of Slaughter

RDP–SUNDAY–LION

The Sun sent down a warrior

to make war upon his enemies

to spill their blood and break their bones and feast upon their flesh

where they lived, where they hid, where they saw

before they drew their last breath

Sekhmet

the lioness

a goddess

an assassin of his creation.

 

When the Sun called his victorious warrior home

she heard his voice, looked up into the sky

but the words that fell to the earth

and landed in her ears

sounded like the roar of blood rushing through

ruined veins and salty warm torn flesh

and

fire raged to her jaws, to her teeth into her heart and claws

obedience unchained became a monster

and it

drank the blood and feasted  on the bones

of one and all

Sekhmet

the lioness

a goddess

an assassin with no master to call her to his side.


The Sun

offered her wine

as red as blood

and this sweet blood

sang in her veins, it did not burn and it even made her smile

so she took to the sky

and returned to the Sun

and said,

” Anytime ”

And the Sun,

turned pale

he

burned a little less brightly

in fear

at the sight of his creation

Sekhmet

the lioness

a goddess

an assassin who answers to no one.

When The Sickness Is A Soul

RDP Saturday: SICK

Cathédrale Saint-Paul à Liège – Lucifer avec sceptre rompu et pomme à ses pieds

My favorite, my brightest, who fell so far from me

Leave  this Hell, this darkness, the floor paved with the tears of the lost

Go  from the place  I you consigned to, come home, you’ve been cast out by a new Satan

Who feasts on the cries of children who are afraid, tortured and alone –