Jenny Hval
You died

You almost died, and I cried
I touch your paw, fur rising
To my hand
I lean over you like a god

You almost died, but still smell alive
We used to be human but now
We are resin
We are powder
Scattered all over
Touch
Touch and get burnt
Get moved
Hover over
In the day

Calling out, calling
In the life, in
In the air, in the love
It is better
In the love
Holier