take me oya
mistress of darkness
queen of the 9 rainbow ancestors
rattled seed pods
i know your sword drips with blood
i know your eyes fill with death
but if you could
dear mother
see us through this growing cemetery
horsewhip paths through corpses
purple eggplant
shines the black
feet turn in ashes
wind storms the gates
skeleton army to the fray
heart to earth
ear to spirit
words to youth
you will survive
even if we don't
ashe
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