Memory

Written by Cyt Wednesday, 18 August 2010 10:30

How many times great

the Grandfather

lying in the barrow.

He is your ancestor,

and mine.

How distant is the forebear

that you dishonour

when you level the barrow

where lay yo.ru ancestor

and mine.

The bones now

in a glass case laid

on public view,

his dignity ignored.

This Warrior Chief

once proud

now the idle curiosity

of gawpers.

Surely the Gods

that watched over his people

have not forgot.

Though they themselves

are seldom remembered.

Now I too will remember

since he and I

have met.

When my Spirits time

upon this Earth is done

leave my remains

to feed the trees.

I will go to walk with the Warrior,

remembering.