Poems

Unseen crack

your ancient Grandmother, 
was preparing the (Garmasis)*
for her,           
the splendour of her Mother, 
the heirloom of her integrity and burning desire
preparing for her the drop of Blood,
the root of her virgin fertility
not her Hymen (virginity),   
kneeling in humility, bless-fully
blessing her blood line    
 
your Grandfather walking erect, ushering his cattle,
counting his harvest and herd
his ancestors, the founders of crafts,
were the finest in the son of Adam’s farm
enlightened by the strength of the Eagle
and the wisdom of the Raven
 
is it the Altar for sacrificial feast or the praying matt of your present Grandmother?