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…
