Legend of:The Cyclopean Spirits of Malta [Poetic Mythos]




[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta 5200 BC]

1.

The Temples

This is the primitive cyclopean Neolithic period…

Dotted with statues and temples of stone; Indistinct at twilight

Constructed by giants of old, with

Inner gigantic-walls

Bold they stand, on the sands of Malta—by the Mediterranean

2.

Mother Earth Goddess

She speaks, Mother Earth, Goddess Of Fertility, to all life

From the branches of the tree of life, Her offshoots spring

The farmer, the fisherman, the village, Even the spirits of the dead

They are all here, in the sands and stones,

Statuettes, carvings, alters

Even the beauties—the women have not Left, with lovely faces and breasts

3.

The Spirits

Darkened by the temple shadows Are reflecting images—

Images—rituals of Purification

Slabs on slabs, shrines high The spirits remember

(Some have never died]

Cyclopean architecture— Plastered and painted with blood

Roofed over, like a dome Sacrifices with burnt bones…

[The Spirits remember]

4.

Sacrifices

“We must die tonight,” whispered Tarxien to Mnajdra

“Seize them!” was a voice afar— “Whirl them aloft…”

“Sprinkle rams blood on them— Place them on the alter…!”

(‘…burn them with the blood’)

All to appease our Mother Earth, Goddess of all

(Who gave us birth?)

And the priests cried, as their blood flowed, And they died…

But the residue of their spirit was still Well and alive…

5.

Oracle

The Oracle was called upon to intercede, To give advice

No one could figure out why the blood From the alter never dried

“It is the blood of the priests,” their Spirits are alive…”

(The citizens cried)

The inhabitants couldn’t put out The turbulent fire

The Spill, that the Mother Goddess Cast upon them was strong

And the two spirits still dwell At Ggantija’s Temple

Where, each morning… Just before sunrise

Can be seen on the alter stand— Wet and moistened, warm blood



Note: written: in January and revised in February of 2005; Poetic Mythos