Poetry by Faye Alexandra Rose: Turning of the Bones

Turning of the Bones

Spray him with wine
he must smell like the life he lived 
lay him in my arms 
and I’ll rewrap him in silk 
write his name upon the fabric
to not be forgotten 
a feast roasts in his name
the aroma of home surrounds him
I’ll lift his body above the living
in celebration –

watch us dance with him.

As the warmth fades over the horizon
we return to the tomb
lay Ariary upon his chest
a gift towards his second life
because until bones turn to dust
and his spirit departs us,
I will honour him.