What They Do Not Tell You

May 31, 2015 — 5 Comments

They do not tell you the Dead will ride you so far

You will almost join them, you

half-alive, standing between meaning

and meaning, the stuff you purchase

and the stuff that matters.

They do not tell you, but then you know

the dead who ride you matter, and so

you listen, here, in sleep and waking

and on-coming cars that aren’t your death and

warriors and villains and blood-soaked earth.

Her death, and your life, flowing out

where later weeds take hold, and flowers

remembering what others forget, remembering

what others could not hear, there,

between stone and stone and earth.

They do not tell you you shall die their deaths

Nor what you will become, still living

half sleeping, half waking, blooded

vessel flowing over from rim,

to stone

to now.

5 responses to What They Do Not Tell You

  1. 

    Oh my heart.

    Selah.

  2. 
    ganglerisgrove May 31, 2015 at 5:31 pm

    Reblogged this on Gangleri's Grove and commented:
    This is one of the most powerful poems about ancestor work that I have ever had the privilege of reading. THIS is exactly what it’s like for some of us. THIS.

  3. 

    Augh, my feelings. Weighed down with secondhand pain and having one foot in the grave is a rough state of being, and a hard one to describe. But here we are, and you’ve managed it. Well done, bard.

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