~O the potent terror of it all…
The crying of the gods & her children
The red flowers calm in the last golden light
The names of all the powers shout out
From the bent blades of yellow grass,
By clouds, by rocks underwater,
By the darkness in the mouths
Of caves, by dead men
Under the chilled asphalt,
& in the heart of swirling sand…

I spin & dive thru smoke
I smash the tail of false history
Opening the way to change
& make the shadow dance
~hag