Was it a past life memory, triggered by a music video, or was it just my fevered imagination?
Who can say for sure either way?
It was vivid, visceral, and it gave me this poem.
1861
(To the tune of “Horses”, by Palace)
I have seen a deciduous forest
Like the one where we once died
You were dying as I held you
You were bleeding from your side.
I feel cold as I remember
I was leaning on a tree
And your scarlet blood was soaking
Through the sodden, fallen leaves.
We were left there in the morning
All we knew was how to die
I could not bear to leave you
You were staring at the sky.
Someone came to claim my duty
I would not relinquish you
He raised his firearm and killed me
I did not let go of you.
It is long ago our bodies
Cooled and stiffened in that wood
But I’m glad that I remember
I did not let go of you.