Burial Poles

Place me in a tree bough,
to rest my weary bones,
Let the wind and sun free me,
from all my flesh and bone,
Over me the sun and moon,
traverse a steel blue sky,
Now find a hollowed termite tree,
where my ghost bones will reside,
Carve and paint wood lovingly,
a reminder of my essence,
Take me home inside the trunk,
and dream me home to heaven,
From the land I came,
Now I come home again,
Red dirt,
wild wood,
white bone,
connection.

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