Prayers of the Soil

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

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