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..me bury me with my hands outside the pile of earth so I can write a telling poem to let you know what it is like where I will beme bury me with my hands outside the pile of earth so I can write a telling poem to let you know what it is like where I will be... very Very deep lines! Thank you for sharing!

Sarah, there is some seriously magnificent imagery here....the burial, and the leaving of the hands. They remain bare, so that what has happened may be reported and told. There's the pound of flesh....and the insatiable appetite of those wielding power to exact ever more. A powerful tribute to a day that holds out promise for change. Perhaps only the Big Foot knows how profound and positive that change may be. Perhaps we can only hope the world does not come to be populated by hands outstretched, seeking light and enlightenment, while the rest is no more. An amazing poem, Sarah.