There must be
A reckoning
Vertical Cuts
An offering of blood
Commingling
In gushing waters,
Bog preserved,
Body exhumed,
A Druid prince
Garroted,
Plunged into Dozemary Pool
Beneath wattles of rowan
Entombed
Expiation
A plea to the Gods
For the welfare of the Clan
To end crop failures, strife and want
Was your sacrifice
Willing or compelled?
The iconography
On the Gundrstrup Cauldron
Fallen warriors
Submerged
By the Great Goddess’ hand
A vessel of rebirth
Revived, renewed
To live and fight another day
A remembrance of fluidity
In the mother’s womb
The stirrings
Of collective memory
Primeval amphibians
Learned to walk on land
Our beginnings are in the water
In this time
Of suffering,
This, too, must be with you,
When hope has faded
Courage cowered by strife
Will you sacrifice willingly
In order to be reborn?