On with them--humor them, round them.

That night should recognize the tribe

of them.

The Watschandies of Australia, chancing

ceremony--as not to be spit out by spring.

To be there is to proclaim belonging,

where earth chooses a spot to open

herself.

As she digs out their gleaming eyes,

before they dig into her.

A ditch surrounded by bushes, symbolic

of female genitalia--absenting

themselves to chant: womb.

From there a fire, a round, a ditch's dark

unto darkness.

Spears in their hands,  phalluses pulling

them along what bushes seize upon--

into the night.

Only when magic outdances the dance,

& a chant's circle heaves--spears are

raised.

Return throws into a ditch--as fertility

throws her head back.