In a dark wood
far far away
she stirs her cauldron
3 teaspoons of rain
Cook with fire

Who is she
when the lines were drawn
before

‘Come’ she speaks
stir

wider

Stir

gather
the East
North
South and West
and stir

120grams of liquid scars
Why did they think
they could
trap stories in jars?

Sprinkle with 16 grams of voice
and add
an ounce of
…them

to name one
is to name a nation

In a place
as close as the jugular vein
we stir the cauldron…