Zone 3 (25 Years of): Terra Firma Folio
Name/Title
Zone 3 (25 Years of): "Terra Firma" FolioEntry/Object ID
2025.0805.4Description
God Uttered his final where were you then folded up his whirlwind into something very tiny and never spoke to us again he's like my father's father a hell of a salesman Instrument David Keplinger God uttered his final WHERE WERE YOU Then folded up his whirlwind Into something very tiny And never spoke to us again. He's like my father's father A hell of a salesman Who protected a man. Then lost his good job And had to retire In shame. he sat eating, A napkin at his throat. Wearily he left us All -- except for the sound Of his fork. There are two gods That I know of. My grandfather Made small swallowing sounds And pushed his chair From the table For good. When he died, We laid him In his oversized flute. "He was Your instrument," we said. I dreamt that animals Were drawn to him. Doves poured from his mouths. The snake encircled His head's warm stone.Type of Print
LetterpressArtwork Details
Medium
Letterpress Print, printCollection
APSU Permanent CollectionMade/Created
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Goldsmith Press Community Collaboration
Brent A. Hall