Pity the Shovel That Buries the Light
I am not a geomancer
but I do sometimes read earth
on a new grave,
how it struggles to represent
even though it’s thrown haphazardly;
yet still, let the wind, sun and rain
shape it and it becomes a tale told to a deaf man -
eyes go deeper.
Pity that we fill-in now, and do not raise
that important mound
burials need height not depth,
the Native Americans knew this,
even the birds know this –
see how they dance on each other’s bones?
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