It is said yew roots grow
from the mouths of the dead.
Yew stakes were driven
between the star-crossed lovers,
Naoise and Deirdre, to keep them apart.
It did not bode well for them.
The roots drink deep from the dead
And speak of arrows, the letter of death.
The yew is a firm, strong God,
the word of a pure man, resurrection
planted in ancient graveyards.
Ogham was written on yew rods,
the sacred eburus tree was an ancestor,
the final I am in the highest arcana of trees.
The yew marks the places of death.
I have eaten the blood red berries
of the yew on a dare, and lived,
their toxic seeds hidden in my hand.
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rev 6/00
Yew stakes were driven
between the star-crossed lovers,
Naoise and Deirdre, to keep them apart.
It did not bode well for them.
The roots drink deep from the dead
And speak of arrows, the letter of death.
The yew is a firm, strong God,
the word of a pure man, resurrection
planted in ancient graveyards.
Ogham was written on yew rods,
the sacred eburus tree was an ancestor,
the final I am in the highest arcana of trees.
The yew marks the places of death.
I have eaten the blood red berries
of the yew on a dare, and lived,
their toxic seeds hidden in my hand.
1/99
rev 6/00
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