The Pyre

Gone to lie down in the wild heath

atop the glacial ridge

Above the jagged scar left

from the ancient

Brown-green waters fill her void

Stones crawl through history

to lay their fingers across the flowing strings

The sweet song of stones

rise from the waters

to soar with the circling buzzards

They bring water and air to the earth

Now only fire to complete the cycle

 

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