In My Bones
Death makes a brother and sister
of us all, shedding the crusty scales
of protection and vanity, it lifts
each heart bare toward the scorching
sun. And I feel so different now,
as though my wardrobe has been replaced
with someone else’s colours,
as though I have joined hands with the earth
in all her potent grief and glory.
I feel so well contained, though raw
as newborn babe. I feel this knowing
has made me whole, though it has removed
the ground I once stood on.
And here I see the space within will never go,
and the tears will be forever near. I see
the miracle of death, like the forming
of a caterpillar’s tight cocoon.
I see May flowers begin to bloom,
and know now, that life is not
so long a thing.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Black Mirror Magazine” April 2015
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