The Earth Rejects

On the death shores
are made fires
you do not know.

You grasp life you lose it.
If you die you live.
If you know, you do not know.

All comes to you
from the brink of death.
Back from the brink, steep
and pit of death
countless conceptions
come

making births. All births.
Else there is no birth.

On the death shores
are made fires,
and the life of the earth.

Kings walk them,
the shores of death,
freely chained and open-handed

giving blessings
the earth rejects.