Sugar Skull, Stories of Death
1 We don't have funerals for the living No cedar box to lay those tired bones to rest No quiet urn or shading tomb of granite Stone angels shed no tears for us I am dying again Longing only for respite from the pain I am not who I was and who I loved is gone Even now as the earth is freshly turned a part of me is mourning Place a sugar skull in my coffin and board me away for a time I am breathing euology She who lies here... She who loved him... The earth is new and full of oxygen Underneath the dandelions is a corpse's breath, fertilizing the soil with heart sinews, old limbs and emaciated mistakes Funerals are not for the living but always and only for the dead May the stone angels weep for me nonetheless I may bare scars of a thousand deaths or more before I truly meet the grave 2 In the drum circle, though I was only one beat, the sound entire was playing my dirge. I could feel it pulling me away on the dark, flowing river. I let it carry me.