When they met

 

When they met

 

(for Thomas Baxter)

 

“No tree, it is said, can grow to Heaven

Unless its roots reach down to Hell” – C.G. Jung

 

When they met

My mother Beatrice

& my father Dante

Everyone was in Hell

 

I can’t tell you how

The details would never pass the censors

So please suspend your judgement

Only I get to write my autobiography

 

The wonderful achievement of my family

Was their heroism

To find Heaven there

Heaven & Hell

 

One of the most difficult things

Is sharing in a society

That is under the illusion

It is living in Purgatory

 

I love all my family like Life

They are each heroic

 

I did not have a conventional life

I was raised by giants

Something our country hunts, cages & kills

 

I am in my 9^th life

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.