Renewal

Grady McMurtry

4 May 1962

I must go down

In Earth’s dark crown

I must go down the slope

And sink my roots

In sandy boots

My arms a leather rope

I must be drowned

In rolling ground

Enclayed in silent hope

I must decend

The curtain rend

I must go down the Cave

In bones be traced

And, venous laced,

Possess the poisoned slave

Nor sing on high

For Kings who die:

This is the cycled grave

To be at home

In graveled loam

By Our Goddess planted

Humidity

Rigidity

Pebbled eye enchanted

Redundant soil

Be where I spoil

Spiritus decanted

I must lie still

Beneath the hill

A star-born Dragon seed

And then course up

Renewed in Goddess mead

And blossom proud,

A starry cloud,

Thrust on; such is Her need

Fair Goddess of the Windward Sky

Diana of the Groves

Divine Thy trees, Thy woodland frieze

Divine Thy treasure troves

In silence meet, in darkness greet

To share Thy Fish and Loaves

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