“The Woven Tale Press”

  Posted on June 27, 2014 By George Weaver

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This post, titled Euphemistically Dead, was published in The Woven Tale Press

I liked their presentation and the layout of the piece.

The online magazine features great work from some very talented artists.

I appreciate their including this post and featuring it in one of their

Weekly Peeks.

A warm thank you to Sandra Tyler and to the rest of the staff!

Humans have a real problem with dead.

Euphemisms abound to describe the state in humans.

We don’t refer to other dead things with quite the same measure of delicacy, however.

As long as stuff stays stuck to the thing it died on, it’s dead.

When we chop it off, stick it in a vase, and bring it indoors,

Dead-as-a-Door-Nail stuff magically becomes Dried.

I am fairly certain I never heard anybody say of a dried flower arrangement,

What lovely dead flowers!  

These roses are the newest of the dead stuff.

I kept a fair number of dead things for years.

I still have this Yucca fruit.

Most of them got too dusty and were thrown out, however.

The oldest dead thing I have now is an open cotton boll.

It looks exactly as it did the day I broke it off in the field

Some twenty years ago

I figure I saved it from a rather inglorious end

 In Q-Tipdom.

And, of course, there is the seed pod sarcophagus.

The mummy inside is a bit fragile

But the empty sarcophagus will survive for years

Assuming that some over-zealous housekeeper

Doesn’t mistake it for rubbish.

(I chuckle to think of the comparison to archaeologist-grave-robbers, fancy coffins, and dried corpses)

A friend gave me this little Silkie chicken egg.

I kept it in the refrigerator for several years.

One day, I discovered that the chick inside had apparently mummified.

Now, when I shake it, the inside rolls around like a large marble.

These stamens probably won’t dry into anything recognizable

But, unlike all the fuss surrounding Napoleon’s shriveled part,

Nobody will care one whit.

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This post was inspired by a book I am reading that chronicles

The misadventures of famous dried, uh, dead people.

Rest in Pieces, The Curious Fates of Famous Corpses

By Bess Lovejoy

 

 

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