Do you remember when we met
in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless,
and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing
you, when we were young, and blushed with youth
like bruised fruit. Did we care then
what our neighbors did
in the dark?

When our first daughter was born
on the River Jordan, when our second
cracked her pink head from my body
like a promise, did we worry
what our friends might be
doing with their tongues?

What new crevices they found
to lick love into or strange flesh
to push pleasure from, when we
called them Sodomites then,
all we meant by it
was neighbor.

When the angels told us to run
from the city, I went with you,
but even the angels knew
that women always look back.
Let me describe for you, Lot,
what your city looked like burning
since you never turned around to see it.

Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin
of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair
and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled
chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form
of loving this indecent?

Cover your eyes tight,
husband, until you see stars, convince
yourself you are looking at Heaven.

Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors
are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.

I would say these things to you now, Lot,
but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue.
So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself
grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan.
I will stand here
and I will watch you
run.

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This is just the tumor that grew off his spleen and it was 5 pounds after they drained all the fluids and was more like 15 pounds when full of fluid!

My roommate said everyone was all excited to see such a huge mass at he vets office and they had never seen anything like it.

I still have to wait for 5 days till I find out for sure it is not cancerous but vet said the large ones are almost always not cancer.

Also all the rest of his organs looked groovy and my dog is slim and trim now with this huge mass of yucky removed from him.

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In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the
Dace E. Riggs Memorial Fund c/o Hinsey-Brown Funeral Service
7355 S. State Road 109
Knightstown, IN 46148

or will it blow?
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