Blood Speaks

by Alice Parris

My ancestors' blood layered and filtered
Down through worms, grubs, and roots.
Became a consort of lichen and dark things.
Became a night companion of the dreaded
That creep and crawl; dormant and silenced.

Go down to where my forefathers'

Blood trickled with knowledge;
Betrayed and blackened. Where their
Bodies, left hanging beneath
Carnivorous skies, remembered,
In death, those last blood thirsty
Cries; without lips, teeth, or tongue

That is where their blood will speak.

Blood Speaks by Alice Parris

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