Wednesday, February 15, 2012

I would set you adrift

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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