Birds and animals awake with a shock

In the high empty sky, the cold sun shines

But the chill wind burns with a stinging bite

The sun is buried in the high, dead hills

The heartbeat of the earth slows down and fades

The birds of the air have gone over the clouds

And the small creeping things that live in the earth

Lie slain by the breath of the night

Now white light and ice shine high in the sky

I throw your burnt bones to the wind,

Or bronze your glazed eyes to display on the mantle,

You danced upon it in a place I still search for.

I would know you were dead if I had to carry your bones in a bag,

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