Christina A. Sharik

A DEFILING OF THE DEAD

Oh, My Ancestor,
hear my plea

Return to the Earth
that part of me
that has been lost.

In battle, I paid
the ultimate cost

I returned to the
earth so long ago
I am as the soil
that makes the
tree roots grow

I would sleep in peace,
if I were whole.

Father, return to the earth
this last prize
Free my soul
to roam the skies.

Author’s Note: With regard to the sale of a human scalp on e-bay: November 2007