Sacred Contracts XV: The Gods

The mammoths knew, followed
The knowing as ants to sugared
Remains of granulated deaths
At the base of the stone obelisk.

The mammoths knew, laid down their
Molting bodies, feathered grey flailing
In exile to the rolling origin of Wind.
Their eyes sealing myths under condors
Diving behind the skyscape of granite.

The earth replenishes herself with
Transfusions of extinct migrations.
Everything flows down: Tears, blood,
Melting snow over a tongue, Water
Tasting like Love, gestating poems.

Sometimes the gods are galaxies
of orchards bearing billions of stars;
Sometimes they're mere mortals hiking
South to remember who they are.
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