Last night for the first time since you were dead br I walked with you, my brother, in a dream. br We were at home again beside the stream br Fringed with tall berry bushes, white and red. br "Don't touch them: they are poisonous," I said. br But your hand hovered, and I saw a beam br Of strange, bright laughter flying round your head br And as you stooped I saw the berries gleam. br "Don't you remember? We called them Dead Man's br Bread!" br I woke and heard the wind moan and the roar br Of the dark water tumbling on the shore. br Where--where is the path of my dream for my eager br feet? br By the remembered stream my brother stands br Waiting for me with berries in his hands... br "These are my body. Sister, take and eat.