Gestation Poem by soren Barrett

Nature becomes ritual a dance to myth
Controlling the turn of pages of religion's pith
Music of metaphor, maestro's baton
Magic in the magicians wand
To temple of Diana, deep are the woods,
A carving in stone of all man's shoulds
Here a fleeing slave having torn a branch from the sacred tree
Defeats the dying god in armed combat's victory
A god's blood sacrifice crops guarantee
A new king anointed at the woods of Nemi
Cut from the belly of a dying sun
Religion born, poetry begun