Now who will lead us down
into the depths
into the underworld
where we must find
our way back to the dead
we the about-to-be-dead
now the world is a grave
of our own construction
who will come now with
his blossom arms and
his hands soft as petals
when the blood is poured out
the one the earth has eaten
the one carrying the stars?
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