Galla

Dirt under the fingernails of a god 
begins to comprehend 
the work of a god. 
Dirt dampens with god’s sweat,
        sweat of love,
        sweat of fear.
              Now it is flight, 
now it is creeping down 
as flies into the underworld. 
The gatekeepers flick lazily at the buzzing;
the Galla dart through the dust to find the goddesses. 




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