paleolithic worship of bear skulls (edited)(a lot)
a fifteen foot tall prehistoric bear
stone weapons a good fight
a platonic good meal for who ever wins
I worship a good death and good life,
"that is enough",
don't need no heaven no hell but
Christ "is just all right with me"
no Woody Allen me.
I want to be there when it happens
I want to be conscious of my last breath
I want to hear my death rattle
Wonder if I could still hear that?
Probably not, nor feel the maggots or smell the smell.
Would I still be around?
"No, it can't be. There can't be anything after death. I was terribly disappointed that even death couldn't put an end to my consciousness."
"A Memory OF Sylvia Plath" Nancy Hunter Steiner
I want too much
greed for life
No idea what this has to do with your poem.
A sense of revulsion at self pity, maybe?
what else is the worship of self?
why do I answer questions with questions.
Man you can write thank you, maybe that is the only point I am trying to make.