She's Made of Dirt
collective poem for Innana—Ereshkigal
by Class of 2020 in Reclaiming the Mythical Feminine
She’s made of dirt
Soil coils
toils in her deep belly
Nurtures death into life
In her serpentine way
In here
some fear
the gnawing of decay
when it sounds the forgotten,
the want-to-be-forgotten
and the must-be-forgotten
The cold eye of death
Where those who dwell
in darkness
is its own blessing
and a tight clasp of colours
blends into black
Who will plow her heart
Lady of Dirt
Lady of Soil
Turn me back
to the dark loamy moistness
Rest
Turn me over and over
Leave me fallow
Soften me with your pain,
your tears, your gaze
Your gaze
