John LeVinge was for years a book smith and contemplative counsel to book lovers who frequented his shop knowing full well they were in for more than a good book. With Ours These Funerals John continues in his retiring days the safekeeping of words and his passion for nature. 

OURS THESE FUNERALS
by John LeVinge                              

Oh, my fished and hunted ones!
My furry and turtled travelers trapped
Dying dead on the oiled roads,
On the drained beaches, in the shot
Sky and the hooking waters.
And you my thrown-down drowning baits,
My high trees once standing proud
In the breathing wind, now burned
and broken.
And all my feathered, insected, and
Crawling life.

I will meet you all again
In the echoes,
In the light of the full circle
Coming 'round.
I will care for you better then,
Make your life sweet again.
Wait for me please. I will awaken
Shorn of this cruel crushing ego.
My brother and sister slaves.
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