Harvest

As I touched the soil I felt they taught me to feel

And as I watched the sun I saw what they taught me to see

And as I smelled the air I smelled what they taught me to smell

But as I swallowed the lake I felt nothing for these was nothing they taught me

I don't belong to where I come from

With veins like roots reaching no water

I judge myself for being victim

I curse them for what they have taught me

I blame the gods for not intervening

I curse myself for judging the gods

I'm not bound to the hammer

I don't need a shepherd

What I need is spittle

From the serpent

As long as I've pulled my plough upon frozen soil

I was tormented by feelings of senselessness

But now the the ravens' rise - this is my harvest!

I see the boiling blood-fountains out of a reawakening earth!

May my muscles be ashes

To become one with the soil

May my excusing body

Fertilize the future grounds