held the sand grains
that hold the rains
and tip for sip of it
liquid poured for
those gods' thirst
in the sea of iron at the core
red for crimson
laid upon their brow
the taste drips down
precious rubies fall
between floorboards
into the hellish hall
belly of the beast
of the overlooked feast
where mother eats her child
yet to birth another
it is all she knows
this give and take mother
the children dance too
they parade into their tombs
their coffins their wombs
and suckle from the sea
of iron at the core
begging on hands and knees
their mother feeds away
stealing from night to pay the day
and lingers in her debts
yet debts are wiped clean
after the turn of stars above
and gold from the harvest glean
to the winds words are said
the circle serpent turns
and the sea of iron burns
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