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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