You ask for
a sacrifice that's
never enough to
satiate your gluttonous
hunger.

Angry goddess,
salt my fields and
wounds,
lay a curse
decades potent
on my head and
every endeavor sought.

Who cares
that pens we wielded
in feigned ingnorance,
a blatant disregard
for shadows that cross
faces full of ranges and
valleys.

Ink fades,
landscapes change
revealing caverns
we had always
guessed at.