cousin eddie and the president

My cousin Eddie didn’t rise up in the sky

and neither did Jesus. Eddie lived a wounded life, a short life, 

like a carrot in the garden, partially eaten by a raccoon. 

If his life had been a book 

the pages would have been filled with confusion. 

There was a pond just beyond sight from my father’s house, 

Eddie and I would swim there. 

A big turtle watched us …