summoned by prayers of the soil
gibil's
cutlass, invisible
a guillotine, horizontal
strikes the mountain top
and firefly season bursts
filling the sky en masse
spreading across the landscape
with brimstone butterflies
there's that funny feeling,
again,
in the stomach of renewel
that only feels to us below
like pandora's box has opened up
we worship the greek and hebrew gods
kingdom gone or kingdom come
as rivers flow downslope
a melted sun