Earth (Divinity) Poem by Ethan Moyer

Satyr witch-men in
Mean meditation;
Soft medication,
Invocations and inbred
Salutations of the cruel
Mad women calling on death,
To the far forests of their forgotten
Island.
Mystery and misery
Tantalize her reckless mind;
Debauchery and soulless wisdom:
Devine, in the evening carnivals
Of the fire,
And in the mockery of her silence.
We are in a trance,
Be unnamed
By the loss of time;
A line,
A sign,
A great free and fascist
Goddess for the feasts of the day.
We will dine on the misery
And suffocation of the flowers
Blooming in a funeral dog-land
Hot, in eternal deserts
And breeding sickness before
Her red, inebriated canticle
Ode to her children.
O’ rosy prayer to southern fires,
A crossroads, and mad desires
The vultures will pick the life
Of the memory we once knew.
Here in this morning light,
A new power has risen,
And here,
Unknowing
The death of her soul
Is grieving…
And the sun,
And the trees,
All dripping with psychosis,
Bleeding from a new mother
Cruel and mad
In her morning rise.