Sleeping God

We found a sleeping god sunbathing by the rotting mill
Head nowhere to be found, hands burlapped in the foxglove fields
In a cloak of moss and humming wasps and loam
Owlets cradled between her halved breastbone
We found a sleeping god feeding life despite her skin gone cold
Is it carved in my heartlines
A prophecy to be an offering to a higher power
That higher power
Was this body ever mine
Or a decorated shrine beneath a higher power?
That higher power
We found a sleeping god
Her freckles looked like mine, at least what remained
They painted a constellation of my fate
Like coyotes chewed off how it ends
A thousand holes I dug to find a head
For lips to speak to beyond those clung to her breasts
We found a sleeping god, bones sinking deeper into the green
But who was she?
Is it carved in my heartlines?
A prophecy to be an offering to a higher power
That higher power
Was this body ever mine
Or a decorated shrine beneath a higher power?
That higher power
He always circles back around
The many-skinned one, to come eat me alive
So, at arms length, I hold you, love
Waiting for him, always terrified
To find myself your sleeping god
All that I'm foretold to be
Not your wife, not a mother, but humus, a nest
A benign idol, altarpiece to feed a far more divine being
As a girl, I made a vow to claw against inevitability
But the ground's an open mouth
The starlit sky's all glistening teeth
And my feet walked me toward the jaw
Of an essence that's larger than me
There's always something larger than me
It's always something larger than me
Is it carved in my heartlines?
A prophecy to be an offering to a higher power
That higher power
Was this body ever mine
Or a decorated shrine beneath a higher power?
That higher power
Crater turned by sleeping god (is it carved in my heartlines?)
Bed beneath the apple tree (a prophecy to be an offering to a higher power)
(That higher power)
We found a sleeping god (was this body ever mine)
And I saw everything (or a decorated shrine beneath a higher power?)
(That higher power)