Within the Womb of the Earth

Drifting in shadows,
Gliding through damp and rotting flesh,
Putrid and clinging, grasping, shaking my prana,
I descend into form…
Inanna Falling--
Within the womb of the Earth
Dead things come to life!

The dried and forlorn seed springs to life,
It’s shoots pushing through, tendrils reaching skyward,
As my body lies in the tomb - my bodies lie below ground
Like that seed, no! fertilizing that seed,
And I enter that flesh, what is left of that flesh…
Why? Because I can…because I am curious
And I wonder…I wonder what the dust feels like
Beneath the corpse -
I wonder what it is like to be within the Earth,
Watching the roots travel down, down, down…

Within the womb of the Earth,
Dead things come to life…
I see it with eyes that cannot see,
Feel it with flesh that cannot feel,
It is a part of me - and a part of you,
A tiny aspect of our universe, seemingly negligible,
But oh, so important!

I lie within this flesh, my favorite flesh -
Once she was a beautiful woman with the darkest curling hair,
Smooth creamy skin, and the most amazing bone structure and now,
Now she is empty - well, almost! - and decaying,
Lying here waiting for the Earth to consume her and feed
Those tiny crinkled seeds,
Nourish those dead things to feed the living -