A Resting Relic

Where are you hiding
my sweet ageless malice
seasonal in your incarnating
from depths of mothers chalice

You came thirstily drinking dry
Mamas love, breasts and hope
keeping long vigils sighing into the sky
at cock crow our happiness elopes

You wear the maze of myriad scars
our offering of ash, yam, oil and goats
charm not your feet from following the stars
upon tear drenched mound you merrily gloat

Were you bond to severe family bonds
making mockery of ancient libations
early morn your broken amulets are found
another wail greets the day in sad repeatition

Suddenly we are aroused by silence
our waking eyes have seen your last
an acre of eyes watch with intense
as you sink in quicksands of our past

Rest our new born child, Obiarije rest
we fear not the fierce drumming rain
nor the leaking thatch putting us to test
sleep from arm to arm and rest our pain