when you think of death,
what do you see?
I see a glowing spirit,
sitting cross-legged,
smiling,
drawing souls back to itself
from broken bodies,
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,
in the depths of dark night
beneath golden stars.

when you think of death,
what do you see?
I see closed eyes,
wise men, wise women,
healers, priests, witches
praying our souls
the right way up
not down,
though…