THE HUNGER STONES

In the age of raging fires

Before the drifting snow

The scales fell from the serpent's eyes

And made the storms below

I stumble over God's creation

In the age of tangled ground

The roots exposed, the rivers low

I search for higher ground

How often I still feel it

Though it happened long ago

It knows now where to find me

In the space where thoughts can grow

How often I still fear it

The time my body holds

It nails me down into the ground

Where no one else can go

How often I still fight it

The night without the stars

In the darkness, I can hear it

As it moves beyond my door

How often I still find it

In the place where rivers meet

Where spoken curses bind the land

That breaths beneath our feet.