Finding Ideal Grace: Resisting the End to the Ends of Being

The tension builds and resolves itself into a theory of becoming the genius of the place — our matter returning to scatter throughout the niches of the ecosystem.

How will they view us, the receiving angels
Who perhaps find it easier when the dead are shipped in smoothly
Headfirst, arms across the breastbone, smiling
As if all along this is where they had wanted to be
How will the angels receive our kind
Who will be dragged in feet first, face down, hands
Far outstretched, the broken nails
Black with the dirt of some local habitation?
"How will they view us, the receiving angels…?" by David Constantine collected in Elder

And so for day 1956