they say you lay sleeping,
underneath the hill,
sword laid across your chest
above your beating heart
points toward the north star
(she sits alone within the castle
of her mind where the walls
are as cool
as the chill of her sadness
while she watches the sunset
fade
from crimson to the darkness
that she views as the sum of
her days)
they say you lay sleeping,
the rock rolled back from the
tomb,
the women gathered to watch
where your body lies quiet
mocked by the name of god
(she searches your body
to see if the wounds have healed
before she wanders onto the
streets
to find if any remember the
time
before your name slipped
from reality to legend and myth)
they say you lay sleeping
amidst the dust from where you
came
and to where you now return,
the sword shattered like your
promises,
the shroud imprinted for eternity
with the questions you left
behind
(she waits by the gate,
her heart rendered to tatters,
her soul useless to anyone,
her emotions a scared deer
lost in the lamp before the
hunter)
this is the legacy you have left
her
they say you lay sleeping
Roger B. Humes
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