she was already in
the rocks
in the tusks of the
great mammoths
and in the labyrinth,
in the caves
from her body, blood flowed
and her womb was god
and the children were
born of her
her song came from
her skin, from her hair
from eyes and lips
and breasts
and bird-like cries,
and tears
the men saw this
magic, this power
meetings were held,
pledges made, oaths sworn
they would organize
and vanquish, and gain the world
the men spoke of sin
and father in heaven
and laid dirt on the
graves of venus
she slept in the
earthen tombs, perfect
she waited for
thousands of years
and is found silent,
mute, still
your father is dead,
she purrs
your father is gone
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Image: H.Jensen/University of Tubingen/Nature
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