Beneath the skin 
we plunge into the abyss 
of oxygenated bliss
coursing through veins inherited 
from the men and
the women who bled 
and begot their unknown.

Beneath the soil
we find purple roots
ripe with their lifeforce,
boiled for royalty and
pickled for peasants ~
spoons and forks unite.

Strike the stains 
of youth and histories
hungered by force.
Agitate the bygones of brothers
and sisters whose blood
melted days into 
years into 
you.