A Bronze Age Tribute to the Earth
O great Mother who sleeps beneath stone.
In furrowed field and marrowed bone,
We offer you meat, we offer you flame
Remember your children. Remember our name.
Your womb is the cave,
your blood is the stream,
You whisper to Seers in fragments of dream.
Your hands shaped mountains,
your sighs formed seas,
You cradle the dead in roots and leaves.
We plough your skin,
we drink your tears,
We dance our grief, we plant our fears.
When thunder calls, we do not hide
For storm and soil walk side by side.
In every harvest,
every stone we place.
In ashes, in births, in memory’s face.
We speak your truth with drum and horn
That from the dark, all life is born.
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