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The Well

by the ancestral well tucked

in the forest deep, that place

where the innocent were slain,

history shuffles toward truth.

birds above our heads today

sit on the wild branches of old,

speaking of the earliest cultures

now gone that we come to weep.

this well taught us how to live,

sing, dance, and mourn. With every

drink it gave the earth, the sky,

the sun, the moon became the sacred

world to us. Here awake this

night, we eat and drink beside it,

still.