Bog Bodies

In the darkest of night
a torso exposed
dreamt up by the shadows of stone
ancient branches rake circles in the air
wooden children sticking out tongues

we've been so long here
we've lain so long here
holding on
just holding on

Hidden deities wind-like hum
a sad eternity in the stream that they strum
a sound for all the universe to hear
when sacrifice was more than a song

We've been so long here
we've lain so long here
holding on
just holding on

I've known this voice
for all of my life
calling out to me 
calling out to me