a wooden spoon

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There is a wooden spoon
gathered from the branch
   of the Son
       of Cedar
  
Shaped with strokes of swift
iron, deep cuts into the flesh
   of the Son
      of Cedar
  
Brought fully into form
made smooth with sand
inlaid with precious stones
soaked in fragrant oils
the fullest expression of the love-arts
   of the Son
      of Cedar
  
Given to the temple-priestess
of Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth
and the Underworld
Morning-star and Evening-star
all-consuming Goddess
   of the Son
      of Cedar
  
Used to prepare the poisoned
honey-wine, fermented with dusk-root, lies, and
blood. The mead of enchantment
given to the woodsmen
of Lebanon, sent to cut down the forests
   of the Son
      of Cedar
  
Abandoned in the sand, the place
of betrayal. The great trees
fell, cut to length, posts and beams
Her new temple, largest in the world
built with the magic
   of the Son
      of Cedar
  
Taken back by the earth
composted, digested, cleansed of poisonous
intent and bitter
sorrows, renewed with old
magic, soil-remembering the pure heart-wood
   of the Son
      of Cedar
  
Returned to the source
a long journey, finally placed in the scarred hands
   of the Son
      of Cedar
  
There is a wooden spoon
carrying the deep magic of returning, in the home
   of the Son
      of Cedar
  

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