by Coyote Brid's Flame

In the middle of the river in a glass boat,
The souls of the dead floating by,
I stuck my hands down into the blood
and drew my Great Granny up high.

I cleansed the gore from off her skin,
and shuddering with sobs she shook.
My fingers through the knots of her locks
untangled and caressed them smooth.

I hugged her to me and lifted her up
and she smiled as we drew near the shore.
As close as I could I helped her step out
to make her way Home once more.