Ritual Life- by: unknown forgotten

They all at once
Stuck knifes in my back
To resucitate my vitals signs
They dug through flesh and bone
And stole my black heart

They danced and praised
At the glory of thier finding
Around the fire
In the middle of the night
They chanted in rythmic unison
And they brought me black to life

They held my dead black heart to the sky
They cut it into six different parts
To six different animals it was fed
To the bear, the wolf, the lion
To the serpent, the eagle, and the raven

As I watched laying on the dirt
Blood not pumping
Just pouring from my huge open wounds
I felt life coming back to me
Rushing to my soul

They filled the whole in my flesh
Where my heart had been
With dirt, ointment, potions and herbs
They sewed it closed with a strands of hair
From the oldest, wisest people in the town

I left the village in complete loss of thought
Of what had happened
Why was I still alive
And how could I feel a heart pulsing
Beating hard, and giving me new life

I never told anyone
What happened that day
But every night when I sleep
My mind recalls the whole thing
I only have those nameless faces
And a fading memory to thank