The Mark Byron Hoot The mark of Cain sears the heart; murder that was no sacrifice satisfies no god or mother or father, the exile self-imposed, the curse shared by every gift created by Cain’s offspring – the inheritance of making based upon the act of turning one thing into another, a death and resurrection, the essence of creation. And the scorn of those who refuse to make something, deny the gift of curse, the beauty of what is given to be made, how things fit beyond the realm of vision until seen and then the “Aha” that changes everything, the burning in the heart.
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This poem invites unpacking. Or, like an very large onion, calls to be peeled. Byron Hoot’s prevailing message, in so many of his poems, is invitation — the call to participate in the experiences of the poem, and thereby, take part in life.
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