Sunday, October 7, 2012


Phyllis, fierce foliage
Of the Big Land
Unbent by arctic winds
You sheltered us
With pendulous breast and belly
Venus figurine from Siberia
Body of the earth-mother
Cybele, magna mater
Life giver
Magna avia, greatest grandmother
Moon-eyed children
We worshipped you
The oldest religion
You painted holy scenes
Mountains, hawks, lions
Hubbard’s story and picture
Telling us stories all day
Stews of truth and lies
Myths of your life
Skinny girl, force fed
Widow of Attis
You knew us from birth
‘You dirt’ you called us
When we shat or puked
Confiding the truth of mortality
Prophesying what we all become
And where you have returned

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