The vultures circle high above
their wings syncopating
Flora’s rhythm of Life.
The space within this natural world
is fertile and green
And where carion’s death hides
no point of light can reveal
Earth moans in response to
Flora’s step and
the winds sigh in anticipation of
her indrawn breath
With extended hand of
moss and leaf
renewed life springs .
Flower eagerly opens
with downward glance
from Flora’s face.
The vultures circle high
overhead as all of
life awakens from
dreamtime sleep
And Flora draws
them to suckle at her breast.
Earth is sated for one more day and
Life- death’s consort- bursts forth
in orgiastic delight.
The Magickal Pen 
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