Plant your feet in fertile soil
Dirt under toenails and
Gathered between toes
In cracks, charting lines of life and fate
Which Omma will read
With crinkle-cornered eyes and
Sinking scarlet sunlight.

Stuff your gut with hard-crusted bread
Ground from the grain of the
Soil of your feet
Lovingly crushed into a god's body
Which you will eat
Swallow into the mortal body
          you    grain    god
          god    you    grain
          grain    you    god

Pour water down your throat
Spring-cooled and clear
To pot and pail brims
Plunge your face and
Drown the day's thirst
You gurgle from the rocks
Infantile       Hillside
     Ancient      Traveler.

Catch the wind in your lungs
Doubled pinwheel
Filled boat sails and
Sailors drunk on "place" and "time"
Teetering at the lip of a
Precipice's open mouth
aaaaa
   eeeee
      iiiii
         ooooo
            uuuuu

They sat me down and ordered
"Listen to a song
You'll never hear again
Sung by a voice
You'll never hear again
Borne by a land
You'll never walk again
Beat by a heart
You'll never have again."
And I wept
     (I laughed).