hymns – The Carving Witch

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Thunderer

The sky is bigger in Texas, you know,
so big and blue you can almost drink it,
so big that looking at the horizon you can imagine the curve
of the earth, the swell of Gaia’s breast.

I know Zeus then,
when his eyes are bright sunny blue and his laughter
easy,

but a god’s smile is always sharp, you know,

and so when his eyes darken to grey,
not bright like his favored daughter,
but true, dark grey
dark like the bellies of supercells,
the wombs of cyclones,
his fist full of blue fire and his voice
a howl,

I know him then, that lordly son of Kronos,
I know him as I know my home.