Lay my body down.
After feeding me with harvests,
holding me with gravity,
washing me in rivers,
still I doubt the Mother.
Plant in me your stillness
no end, no beginning, no moment,
Grey-bearded, fresh-eyed, frail-boned, smooth-skinned,
fading, radiant, teacher of life!
Precious pose of the Corpse—open me!
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Editor: Bryonie Wise
Photo: elephant archives