Digging in the night, small creature,
Rain came down to cleanse the soul,
Gave to the earth what was dead,
having been banished to the grave.
The smell of the earth rose like creation.
It sang, “You should have known, you should have known!
Your tears are shed to bury the dead,
But the sagebrushed earth is the crown for your head;
The scent that could have raised the dead,
if you had only listened,
It was in the blood of the earth that you were christened."
Even in death he cries out to his God, “It was I who pleased you.”
–by Julie O. / Ember Elektra
Dec. 9, 2009
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