POEM: Hymns for the Forest God #11

The rising sun is a ball 

That the Forest God picks up 

In his hand and flings, laughing, 

Into the sky, so he can watch it 

Rise and fall. It is a golden-haired goddess 

Whose warm breasts he worships, 

A wild red-maned god whose upright phallus 

He adores. The sun is the heart 

Of the Forest God himself, travelling 

The world while he sits under the tree

At the center of the world, waiting 

For his heart to come home.

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