Ancestral Worship

I worship all ancestors: Rock, soil, and mist of waterfall The spiny ploughshares beaten With volcanic mettle Baked or frozen on subterranean hearth Ancestral waves ever crashing Against the ends of earth, and time Salt sprite of sea, wood nymph of tree Watched as we conquered the ancient shoreline Our numbers spiralling like fungi Over valley, plain, and mountain peak Shared hunts, meals, blood and seed; A big bang of fleshly concupiscence And having once stood up Out of the primordial soup pot Never to appear on life's menu again.