There is something wild in the earth. Both living and dying
ask a blood sacrifice. I could easily choose
to step back that scattering of centuries and seek
mound burial — with the best white stallion
led down to go with me. I have had some
mastery of the flesh in my time and choose
to be buried standing.
from “On Burials” in All the Night Wings by Loren Eiseley
Also published on Medium.