dear Brigit
I lay my loved one down
a last time
he is three days dead
we have wailed and wept
we have sung and laughed
we have given thanks
we have cried out in anger
we have given thanks
bless my loved one on his journey
let his coracle be light and leaping
on the waves
salmon his companions
and the great whales
to guide him to his home
Image: "Victor James Arnott, July 2021" by his sister, Mael Brigde.
SoundCloud: This poem is sung here. I no longer pronounce Brigit's name as I have in this song. I explain why I now say "Bridget" here, in "Part the Second" which you will find if you click on Read More.