Posting -The River Soar
First draft of the thing. There are 122 words.
The River Soar
I saw, but not by sight,
The patient waters at their holy work,
Cleansing the bones until they gleamed
With ivory glowing; with careful touch
Collecting all the parts then
Wrapping them in winding sheets of stream.
It never was a quiet grave nor proper.
But just a groove scratched into hallowed earth
To hold the hacked and butchered body,
To give a stony pillow to a head broken on stone.
Not even that was left him.
And so, I saw the river take his bones
To gentle tease away the threads of flesh
Still clinging and present him, clean,
To any god who treasures fallen kings
Or let him go, made pure and whole, down to the sea.
The River Soar
I saw, but not by sight,
The patient waters at their holy work,
Cleansing the bones until they gleamed
With ivory glowing; with careful touch
Collecting all the parts then
Wrapping them in winding sheets of stream.
It never was a quiet grave nor proper.
But just a groove scratched into hallowed earth
To hold the hacked and butchered body,
To give a stony pillow to a head broken on stone.
Not even that was left him.
And so, I saw the river take his bones
To gentle tease away the threads of flesh
Still clinging and present him, clean,
To any god who treasures fallen kings
Or let him go, made pure and whole, down to the sea.