Someday at the Zoo

dots up
me down

dots of light
looking down
gods of light

gods go up and down
bringing warm and cold
bright god breathing warm
dark gods breathing cold
pale god warm or cold

warm dies cold as bright dies dark
dark gods born from bright god death
dark gods live as shapes in dark
dark gods die for bright god life
pale god lives and dies with both
changing dark to bright to dark
growing whole to die nothing

marking bone with stone to honor pale god death
pale god flowing out of me with each new mark
pale god growing inside me, turns ripe when whole
pale god rots into its darkest, flows as blood
dripping power down on stones of special use
forming circle, nine great stones aligned to sky
dark gods teaching, waiting for their death in bright
special moment coming, bright god will live most
circle captures watchful eye of strong bright god
bright god sends me up to drop me out of here
all things buried under, nothing, then back up