aflame like a Viking funeral
a gigantic pandering to the glory
you could not take with you beyond
but water will vanquish the fire
and the drifting pyre of seabound ashes
hold you inside crying from every atom
of your residual skin
its identity a puzzle for the ditch diggers
of anthropology
those who construct worlds from hearsay
in their gleaming pits and
who cannot follow the bones and bark
drifting on the mirror of Valhalla...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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