The Resin Blood

Your fingertips, held at pursed lips,

Rest poised for a moment of action

That you might strike a sickle deep

Into the vast heart of darkness

To reap dry vengence from your dry famine

And churn the tears into crystal for your dower;

Who shall pierce the amporphous sky?

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Your bloodied hands, redenned eyes and skin,

Cannot fill the aching water-well

Or suffice the gold plated chest

Brimming with promises untouched

To flood arid earth with waters deep

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From womb to field and skin darkened still,

Young hands learn to slather young seeds

With skill and patience, yearning for yield

Where rainclouds share not a drop of glee

For this toil, and day marches evermore

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Secrets shared three eons ago

Bent ears to earth and ail to heavy hands

Entwined your might with magic

That from the arid soil sprung life

And from a true path followed came

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O Children of Resin-Blood

From blue-green threaded veins

Throbbing with life eternal

Do not despair for your land

When evergreens grow on forest giants

To shade and to nourish your new wings.