Wolf Shadow Dreaming

Do not give me a grave.
Scatter my ashes in a strong wind.
Plant nothing in my memory,
hold no funeral,
but do not pity me.

Remember me when the winds howl
and the streams are frozen in the mountains
but do not pity me.
Lick your own wounds.
Weep, if you must, for yourselves.
I do not belong to you;
you did not own me.

I will be back with my kin
in the deep space of eternity
light years beyond the long shadows
cast by this sun on these valleys,
where I left some marks with honest tools
on the talismen I made you.