Honouring the Ancient Dead
Tell us how to know, to hear
each father, mother, elder, child.
Explain the things you left behind
and then, as firelight dims the moon,
become a person – thug, beguiling,
lost too young in heavy rain;
a seer who met her death at peace
in the brilliant blue of a summer’s day.
Forgive your interrupted rest.
We want to understand your story,
spread the gift of what we learn
across the winds that touch our lives.