Down to the Light

We are Earth creatures, not moon babies

Down to the Light

I, I, I
am going down to the light
beneath the world
where the bones of my ancestors
lie reposed and rotting.
Here, where a column of saints awaits me.
I am no sky creature.
I am humus, fungi, not moon rock.
I lie with the crows
roosting en masse
on warm, abandoned slag piles.
They share with me secrets
about water, earthquakes and night.
Come, down to the light.
Find salvation here.

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