Study:
Grave Rubbings
Vigil
There
we were
newborn
&
watching
a hill
a rainbow
a dream
We were all born
known and
unknown.
She
made us
for earth,
alone.
We won’t say
forgotten.
We won’t say
safe.
We won’t say
unmourned.
Lest we
Lest we
Always learn
We were all born.
Beloved mother.
Teacher, poet.
Bride.
We are listening
What vision quest do I go in search of, blindly, and how to tell it?
What vision quest do I go in search of, blindly, and how to tell it?
She Died as She Lived
Unknown
wife of
time.
Unloved
mother
of
thunder.
Infant daughter
of
why.
Nameless travelers
called home
These pioneers died alone
I don’t want to pry open the region’s secrets.
I don’t want to pry open the region’s secrets.
Replica
Born
Born
Died
Died
Born
Died
Born
Died
Born
Died
We won’t say “goodbye”
Born
Born
Born
Born
Died
Not dead but sleepeth.
Safe in the arms
of earth.
Instead, I want to listen...
Instead, I want to listen...
Garland
Nameless
land
gone.
To unloved
arms
And
to
eyes
Here rests a
garland
of
wings.
A garland
of
snow.
Bless these
flowers.
Bless these
heavens.
Gone gone gone
to the spirit land.
...to the wind’s raging.
...to the wind’s raging.
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