Who's Zoo?

fig.8.2) flower with sparkle

Let's turn in early, in the corner where our bed is made, there are Pickles and there is pie and maybe soon there'll be some more, Write it down and say it loud, O fishing fable eating names, breathing then and breathing more, Let's trumpet trumpet, Let's blow on it, Then bury me under the door, Then bury me a house for my money and sing me a song when it's gone, Then sing it once again, This time sing it for Mary and then sing it again for the world, Our bed's in the water and barely turning, Burning like flames in the basement, Burning like eggs full of ape shit- This Long Old Song

We all call out to Sister Susan, to Henry and the troll of trolls, Abe "the sparkle king." We call out to them lounging on their rock, beside the spring, "This is not yet a question of radical memberships or normalized narratives. These are not like your flowers at all. We have to renegotiate the roles of these entities much more better then they have been. They won't be found in any of your books. They're young still. They have health and vitality inside of themselves."
Sister Susan looks up. The warm rock under her elbow and hip is damp. It's been glazed with water from the cool spring that pools below her, "Everyone says this sort of thing once in a while. If not, at least they should. They should look around and see themselves where they're at. We're usually in an unusual corner suffering from a grave need for more education or more skill with which to continue our labors. But instead we've been caught, unprepared for what's next." She turns to Henry, asleep beside her. His massive cock is flopped over on his harmless belly. It's like a pink fish that's been scaled. Now it suffers from exposure to much too much fat and other harmless torpors, eh Henry? 
We laugh, "Not surprising at all..."
It's clear that Sister Susan wants us to leave. She rolls over again. This time exposing her ass to us. While we can no longer see her lips move, it's clear that she's telling us, "No, but the reality that most of us will live long enough to see the work we are doing radically shift in a way where we become unnecessary is going to happen. This is very simple and very much like death."
The pool below is formed by great slabs of limestone and granite that were cut and removed from deep troughs of turned black Missouri soil. They were then transported here along the long cut of river's deep basin. The scientists that found Sister Susan, and then Henry and Abe "the sparkle king" maintain that bringing them here for observation was the only thing to be done. There were others who felt that this was wildly impractical. That having them here on view like this was immoral and unseemly, an impositive solution to a broken ended problem is how the widows characterized it, fog and all.
Sister Susan later said, "In the public trust, do you mean public like social or like an entity or organism that's composed of a multitude, with many many moving and distinct parts that are acting towards a shared purpose of experience. They should let this sort of construct resolve itself as defunct so that they can begin the process of reviewing its relevance as a historical object, a thing standing in time left to bob." Afterwards she wouldn't speak again for several more weeks and Abe was more awake. He never left her side.
Once, a very long time ago I was lucky enough to see the Arkestra perform with Sun Ra. It was shortly before Sun Ra had passed along. I had only just been introduced to his work, so I was hardly an aficionado and when I saw him he was a very frail man and wheelchair bound. A distant shadow of the artist that I was reading about or listening to on my borrowed turntable. Still, the performance that night was loud and it was full of joy. It was utterly unpretentious with it's robed figures booming and chanting their affirmations of space and place."
"Who's got trees, who's got 'em now?" I yell to Sister Susan, hoping to cajole her, make her interested in us again. "I've been deeply affected in my short time here. The presence of their revival has helped me to grow. It's moved me. In fact, it's guided me as if I were the act of toil that follows a hopelessly long line of seed."
"Before you arrived this was a really interesting show. This is what absorbing the necessity of our healthcare system is all about. It's about understanding that it needs to work equally for everybody. This has been a positive first encounter for me but it's one that many won't face, not until they realize that dignity is the baseline for all of our experiences. Until such time, we have to reanimate our purpose. It needs to be more properly aimed."
Just then, Henry stands up. He dangles before those of us left standing on our side of the pool. He rolls his hips and yawns languidly until he steps over to the spring and pisses out.