Carry Me

Carry me to the pillar of bones.
Singing, carry me singing while they prepare the wood
smiling, let us worship the drought, starving,
singing for the wet flesh as you carry me to the bones.
Carry me singing of the trees, of orbs of light,
of space and sky where the silk web of hands is infinitely singing
of the slippery procession, carry me my mother of bones
where the gravity escapes the eager notes of the mind,
starving for more time, stomachs starving,
carry me, laughing and screaming at the blaze
so we can see them all, strings shivering,
stomachs smelling for the rain:
Carry me to the pillar of bones.

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