Untitled #4

we are the old gods, not quite dead
blood and soil
strange and ancient

we are beard and hair
wild, untamed
stone and yellowed wolf skins

we are wisdom unwritten
bark and leaf
the permanence of change

this earth is us
this black dirt
and we smell it and it remembers

this is the night
mysterious, full of strange imaginings
the silence of the sun

the fallen leaf decays and feeds the new life
we are that
we cycle

bone and time
blood and soil
the old gods