+ Spirited Earth Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Spiritued Earth


The sower of the field sayeth, lo and behold
dweller of the earth I beseech unto you
The manly of my hand grew untended and cold
The watchful eyes I wore slowly faded untamed foe
Alas, the day thine seed I threw soon will die
planted that sooth the mind breeder or nay
leave at once less death and doom to thee;

The breeder of thy in-sex bean commended and says
molder of thy sons and daughters heareth me once
Words crept from my breast be the head of you gray man
Awake still let dreary night pass yet behold
foolish thought let fly but wisdom let hold and stay
Sun riseth soon uttered charm let moon light you sire
be calm and at ease thinketh before your knee;

The putter heareth thee and he to thee speaketh
Thou speared striketh he-bronze chest
blood flow red and gold in-rage thy bone and flesh braketh
And be fall the empty earth yet barren on half of scored day
That thou o awful deeds of men and woman bind
Be full of life I sayeth unto you less you dead of nay time
the crime as if gloves of thy hands off of you my son;

The putter heareth out from the silence braketh
breath of earthly smell needful at the time of thine fall
riseth you all give heed and be delighted of tongue sayeth
Hour or nay at all giveth hope from thy breeders sowed
Rooted beneath thy skin sustainable life with awe
Enough for thee thy moment anoint thy hands and let plant
the sun riseth let thine eyes seeith thine hands worketh.