July 28

July 28   God’s angry sword flashed down the sky… then we saw Keddel.

An eye.

An eye looking down upon us.


The man Keddel was a shoemaker in a small town.  He was poor and without distinction; but when he died, one of his eyes did not die.  It left his cold face and moved up in such a way that it rested watchfully in the air.  At the time we first saw the eye, it had grown to the size of a dinner-plate.  Someone who knew about such things said that Keddel would continue to grow until the sky was blotted out.

from The Journal of Albion Moonlight
© Kenneth Patchen 1941

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