Beautiful Death

A poem born in the descent of the mountain

Today I carried death home with me,

And shared it with those I love.

They told me how to tend it,

How to honour it.

I held death within my palms,

And cried tears of revelation.

Blessed by this beauty in decay.

Remembering days of my youth,

Recovering bones,

Within the arms of the mountains.

Now the mountain held me,

As I gently carried her bones with me.

Permission granted to honour her,

And wield her magic.

A remembrance,

To return,

And rest my bones.