In ancient times also
there were mind explorers,
body worshipers,
disappointments to their mothers.
When time was a blessing
on a too tight rope
they were initiated into
the hearts of baboons.
Offerings above, please.
Bodies below.
As the dead sun sleeps
in the netherworld each night
spirits return to their mummies.
Ancestors pray.
May their bones be knit together,
their members be made firm.
Belinda Subraman