Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Saturday, June 30, 2012

35,000 years before the fall



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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