Poem Five: Ceremony
Ceremony
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Holder of ceremony.
Cloud swallower.
Wielder of swords.
Eater of black oil.
You burn the grass
beneath our feet.
The memory of the sea
recedes.
The earth will turn
with or without you.
Do you know how to call
the spirits?
Barnacles crack open.
Mussels loosen from the rock.
The memory of the sea
recedes.
Do you know how to call
the spirits?
Who will remember
the names of trees?
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