Swamp

The armies I love engirt me

as I engirt them.

Each one of my acts of kindness are my legacy.

My walk is my art.

My feet ground me to Mother Earth.

My skin feels the winds my ancestors felt.

Eyes that pierce the flesh.

My crown rests perfectly on my head.

I am like them now.

We move as one.

Signaled by the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Dancing as Seraphim do under the moonlit fog,

Toads hopping about this swamp over slimy stones.

Water's glistening turning into darkness as you look deeper.

Footprints left in this mud which belongs to me.

My music fades as you leave to my song.

As fireflies tell me stories with their light work,

in the misty thick air so nourishing

purifying my body and soul as one.