I awoke to the sound of running water, the sky is crying
I add my tears to hers and think about the sea
they say the ocean is salty because it is the
repository of all our tears collectively
all the broken hearts made
contributions there
all mothers
who lost
sons in
war
all rivers
run to her side
and that is where
I want my viking burrial pire
a burning vessal sailing into rosy dawn
while my soul rises to the light like an arrow finds its mark
