Of Fertility, to all existence
('...burn up them with the blood')
All to appease our Mom Earth,
Goddess of all
3.

Even the beauties--the women have not
Remaining, with pretty faces and breasts
"Seize them!" was a voice afar--
"Whirl them aloft..."
Daring they stand, on the sands of
Malta--by the Mediterranean
[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta
5200 BC]
The Temples
5.

This is the primitive cyclopean
Neolithic time period...
The farmer, the fisherman, the village,
Even the spirits of the dead
Cyclopean architecture--
Plastered and painted with blood

Statuettes, carvings, alters
From the branches of the tree of life span,
Her offshoots spring
And the two spirits nonetheless dwell
At Ggantija's Temple
1.
The inhabitants couldn't put out
The turbulent fireside
Darkened by the temple shadows
Are reflecting images--
But the residue of their spirit was even so
Effectively and alive...
"We must die tonight," whispered
Tarxien to Mnajdra
Sacrifices
The Spill, that the Mom Goddess
Solid on them was strong
(The citizens cried)
The Spirits
two.
They are all appropriate here, in the sands and stones,
The Oracle was termed on to intercede,
To give help
In which by, each individual and each and every morning...
Just ideal just before dawn
Produced by Shiv Shankaran Nair giants of prior, with
Images--rituals Shiv Shankaran Nair of Purification
And the clergymen cried, as their blood flowed,

And they died...
Be aware: revealed: in January and revised in February of 2005 Poetic Mythos
Internal gigantic-partitions
Mother Earth
Goddess
(Some have underneath no situation died]
Slabs on slabs, shrines massive
The spirits continue to keep in brain

No one particular could determine out why the blood
From the change rarely at any time dried
Constrained Variation, to fifty [50] signed and
Numbered copies by the creator:
"It is the blood of the monks," their
Spirits are alive..."
Dotted with statues and temples of stone
Indistinct at twilight
Can be discovered on the change stand--
Soaked and moistened, heat blood
[The Spirits try Shiv Shankaran Nair to remember]
Oracle
(Who gave us birth?)
Roofed close to, like a dome
Sacrifices with burnt bones...
four.
"Sprinkle rams blood on them--
Place them on the alter...!"
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