Who are these people? where are they streaming? Glass eyes tight shut as though they were dreaming? <br /> <br />Garrotted, throats slit as a token of sacrifice to the eternel god's, <br />Bodies cast down to the depth's of brooding pete bogs. <br /> <br />'Did you surrender yourself, your will to the ritual, Or be this simply a punishment for a crime, we shall never know.' <br /> <br />Sword's split skull's, not hard enough to kill <br />Just to lull, least drag their victims senses into the void. <br />Calling on the Goddess of spring through to autumn, of summer's sun and winter rain <br />Only your head, throne of the soul survives the passage of time to breathe again. <br /> <br />'From where did you come? ' ask's the child to his mother <br />'From my mother, her mother before her' <br />'So where does my father fit into this, what seem's such simple a matter? ' <br />'He work's his hand's to the bone, then come's home late, wait's at the table just to get fatter. <br />That's what he does, he seems happy enough, he has no illusions to shatter' <br />'What off my father, from wence doth he stem, from his father and father before? ' <br />'Nay, It goes way further than that, to back when, our only mother was the mother of yore <br />Mother of earth, blessed mother of pearl, reveal to us the wisdom's with which you blanket the world.<br /><br />David Lacey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-are-these-people/
