Dysentery Mysticism

There have been these intense dreams  
about the future, the land cleansed  
like a child in the womb.  
 
First, the sky turns orange  
then red, then gray  
then black...  
 
Then footprints over footprints  
from twisting lines to circles  
to tangles of screams and panic!  
 
The inferno spreads  
in all directions of chaos!  
 
To take everyone from  
Chhrists and Bhuddas to Campesinos  
to Teenage Mothers holding their Infants  
like it is the last thing worth holding onto-  
 
Who will create the soil  
Who will birth the stones  
Who will build the citadels  
Who will house the cannons  
who will breathe ash clouds  
from the mouth of hell.  
 
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My body aches from the dirty water,  
purging evil spirits, cutting cords  
like strikes on a clock;  
 
I don´t even know what time it is  
anymore. I hear only earth mother  
and she doesn´t speak.  
 
To walk into a volcano all you need are...  
life and feet.  
 
To part lava flows  
the way one would part an ocean  
all you need is...  
 
An altar to pray upon  
An altar to stand with the mountain god  
An altar to yell blessings into the sky  
where there is only black rock to hold you up.