Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Horning
Stand astride Earth,
from whom the power:
magma, sap, the fire.
Up through soles,
ankles, knees, thighs:
at your loins, it joins,
torso, shoulders, neck,
and fills your skull,
from which erupt
your horns,
your horns,
which blossom into tines.
Following, your arms rise,
fingers splay.
You stomp, stomp, stomp
your hoof.
You call.
You call.
You call.
Above: "Cernunnos"
Val Camonica (Italy)
2nd century bce (?)
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