A Communal Afterlife
- blhobson2
- Mar 31, 2024
- 1 min read
Deep in the forest, shrouded by ancient elms and trees alike,
Rests hollow ground for the ancient tribes.
The wandering man who was seeking his prey,
Stumbles onto an eery display.
The hair on his neck prickles with unease,
As he steps closer from under the trees.
With horror his jaw drops in awe,
The leader at the front bearing a wolf’s claw.
The bodies sitting in rows,
Facing their leader’s chiefly pose.
Every man sat, legs crossed,
Holding the items of life so they are not lost.
The man was following a deer,
Before he stumbled on this foreign frontier.
Grey braids sway in the chilled breeze,
the sight of her bringing him to his knees.
The fear rooted deep in his soul,
Sent him away from the Native knoll.
His people were buried lying down,
Their faces upward, to their holy crown.
These souls sit together at a dinner table,
Sharing their afterlife, together in a fable.
He never forgot what he saw,
His subservience turned spiritual awe.