The Origin Poem that sparked the being you know as bonesthrown,
anointed by my friend Bea
Bones thrown
Seeds sown
I have walked
alongside you
and listened to you
sing me stories
of when love occupied
each one of your breaths
that all you could do
was smile
I have seen you
live through the death
the deaths
of the things you love
the endings of ephemera
I have carried you
and together we danced
through the joy
of seeing the morning once more
I have anticipated
your grief so closely
I could halve it
with you, darling
I remember brushing hair from your face
trapping salty tears
between our cheeks
and when you needed
a break from weeping
we went to the garden
touched the trees
shook the bones
found the medicine in the fire
and in the earth
lay the seeds
to prepare as offering
to honour the parts of us
born from her
to petition new life
--as it comes, as it goes--
from the bones thrown,
seeds sown.
