I came from Eden
through the tall grass
to a clearing
where the true bones lay.
Lead by calling,
an old ritual
old as human sin
played across matted grass.
Now fire burns
effigy to unclean matters.
Fervor alight
we chant shaking fists at the stars.
Where this world ends
our curiosity begins
and even if in her image we have been made
it is long since the creator has noticed.
Come dance with me
in the aged ways.
Bodies writhing like worms
buck in the wetness.
Tidal embrace
it's flowing deliverance
carves clay into flesh.
In this heady blood pact, we are transported.
Heavens close
and an oft-dismissed mother
in labor sacrificing
bears us unto the light.
Respectful
life passes
one unto the next
where thy soul is taken to rest.
So when the flame dies
and it will
read the ash and bone
a story of our remembrance.