Gravemound, Gamla Uppsala

Pale fringe of rock crowned with moss
smelling of such damper green
Grass worn away by passing deer
rippling over the mounds
meadow marches upon sections cement
To live on in any directions – but can’t
Before me befalls Her last stand

Her swelling womb is a monument
Of the life she one day gave
and what remained handed back to her
still, under her wings of clay

The examiners came expecting
with silver-sharp instruments
they performed a cesarean section
and ferret through bleeding sand
collecting their equipment
to extend in layers dirt
of initial dust of earth

then- She did give birth
they took all that they could see
Some burned debris, a hunting knife
and thought they learned something of life