Post by dirtgirl on Jun 15, 2002 7:09:49 GMT -5
Burial Tree
So carefully constructed.
The ancient mulga,
Entwined with rusting wire.
Grinding stones,
A blessed offering surround the foot of the grave.
A fitting mausoleum,
For a warrior.
But his skull lies in pieces on the ground.
Wind I suspect.
Has conspired to bring,
Dust to dust.
Ashes to ashes.
Is it my fate too?
To suffer this indignity?
So carefully constructed.
The ancient mulga,
Entwined with rusting wire.
Grinding stones,
A blessed offering surround the foot of the grave.
A fitting mausoleum,
For a warrior.
But his skull lies in pieces on the ground.
Wind I suspect.
Has conspired to bring,
Dust to dust.
Ashes to ashes.
Is it my fate too?
To suffer this indignity?