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This Poor Gift

from Harp Songs of a Land Woman by Bethan Le Mas

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In a year I've had a hundred thousand lives
So my brain is rather tired
And no one has the time
To recount them line by line
So please forgive this prayer is short
You see, the other problem is I don't believe in God
But hey, you never seemed to mind
Your version was inclusively inclined
That we had in common
That, and the shape of our chin
And half our kin

In mourning and yearning
For that which has fallen into disrepair
I turn to the rituals we habitually thought
Would cross the river and take us there
Or keep you here
But in the pallid candlelight
Your only given death rite
You seem no nearer
So in my attempt
To fulfil the promise of blood to you
I am only confronted once again
With all I cannot do

I cannot excarnate you
Or burn you on a pyre
Or wear your mask to dance with
Or stack your long bones high
Or drink from your skull
Or pipe you down the Merlot
Instead we left you to the worms
Which hardly seems fair
For one, they didn't know you
And there's no humour down there
I fear they will bore you

Due to these constraints of space and time
We are left with a song
And if you've still ears to hear
I'll tell you what's been going on
The cat is sleeping
And soon he will be dead

And we will all follow you both
Into the earth or into the water
Or up to the sky if you're a better daughter than I
And in this fickle gap we make
Between these two voids of peace
I hope we did nothing
Of any meaning
But give and receive and laughter
So those who come after
May sense on the breeze
That giants lived then
And they were as foolish as we

And our little plans may be reborn inside their mind
And they may become dust, as us, in time
May they honour the dead
As I cannot well do
Except this poor gift to you

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from Harp Songs of a Land Woman, released April 17, 2020

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Bethan Le Mas England, UK

I am a British singer-songwriter, playing piano, guitar, cello,Celtic harp, ukulele, and whatever else I can get my hands on. Livestreaming on twitch.tv/cornyears

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