the moths of the dead man
have infested
my pantry-
for I let them
over time
too many boxes left open
too many items not quite rotten
left to fester to foster
an inviting nest
even in the arms
of winter upon winter
they persist.

more often than not things just come to me, in this instance the impetus was literally moths infesting the pantry at my mother’s house, my father passed over three years ago now so the house is quite empty and my mom never did the day to day things to upkeep the place, imagine living in your way for 50 years with no change (not that my dad was one to inspire change, not his strong point, old school dude, product of his generation), imagine the shift in your world when the administration is gone and not only that, all your friends and contemporaries are dead or dying, we all will get there, well, hopefully, if you live long enough you are out living many people you know and love, so anyways… long story short, there was a moth invasion in my mother’s house and the line popped into my head “the moths of the dead man”… not father or dad, that exact line, so I wrote it down and the rest, well, that is how it went.