I dreamt I was a necromancer,
dreamt I was a demigod
who resurrected cultures, peoples,
skin and teeth and bones and hair.
I dreamt I was a logician, clinician,
an imagined anthropologist,
a linguist tinged with dark,
drew dialects into my mouth,
undid a hundred hundred years.
but it's a heavy, pricy spell.
I take the weight of ages and ages.
the yokes of seven continents
clang upon my pale brown hands.