The Neanderthal Graves
I imagine the ceremony, the reverence
of the act. The body, stripped of flesh
down to the smooth bones. The living
dipping their hands in ochre, staining
their palms along with the skeleton.
The digging of a bed, the laborious, tender act
of tucking a body into the earth. From womb
to womb. A radical opening, a state of Held.