Prayers in Pantomine

Worked all day in the field still gotta do dishes. I see myself upside down and gutted in your gaze. I smell the marsh sick with fish and frogs. Mother nature wrapped her sinewy fingers around my neck forced open my teeth our tongues tangoed. I was born in the dead of winter and carry it with me. I keep calling your name. The light of fire compliments everything. I summon my ancestors place me upon the path again as I have ventured far into away. I'm on enemy territory. You better come bearing gifts. Come ready.