Honor Them! Poem by Agatha Eliza

Trembling cradlers of civilization
altars to our ancestors
with names uncarved on tombstones
bodies made of ephemeral flesh
and holy bones, centuries old,
sprinkled with red dust, wine and oils
blessed in their astral journey by shamans
resting gently in the warm bossom
of the welcoming mother earth
with praying lips forever whispering
in the ears of ancient gods!


They remain buried in our hearts
chained to these lands
sending messages through omens
signs and falling stars!