Sacred Ground

Sacred Ground

Once I had the power
to swindle and elide.
Once my words did flower
across a cold divide.
When I held the hammer
to nail my coffin down,
then the girls' cool glamor
became a mourning crown.
Once I had a reason
to be in love always.
Once my summer season
did capture all my days.
When I held the spade down,
down to my sacred ground,
then the girls did chatter
and blossom all around.