dazedzzuniverse

wet can do this

make danger

fall upon us

turn the pure in heart away

no water for holy cleansing

no water for drying thirst

just black death

smothering earth

soot after fire

Appalachian Elegy/Poetry and Place

bell hooks

here and there

across and down

treasure uncovered

remnants of ancient ways

not buried deep enough

excavated they surface

objects that say

some part of me

lived here before

reincarnated ancestors

give me breath

urge me - live again

return to familiar ground

Appalachian Elegy/Poetry and Place

bell hooks

again and again

she calls me

this wildness within

urging me onward

be here

make a path

where the sound

of ancestors speaks

a language heard beyond the grave

this earth I stand on

belongs to the many dead

treasure I find here

is all gift

tender solace

holding back the future

the dead that will not let us forget

late ones

and even further back

the ancients

dreaming achieving

they will not let us foregt

time is aboriginal eternal

they carry us back

take us through the sacred portal

that we may come again the again