Name: Old Gods
Duration: 3 min 30 s
Description: Слушайте песню Old Gods - Four Rain Dawgs, InzimeN онлайн с альбома Old Gods в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:30. Год выхода - 2026

Four Rain Dawgs

InzimeN

Old Gods

Their bronze bowls ring when the bins run thin

At first light the shrine sighed; lime sifted out of its seams

Three plinths stood bare; in my furrows ran footprints of green

I knew those broad heels from the stone that my father had kissed

I bent with my sickle; its quick silver edge went still in my fist

I'd pleaded through parched years, each prayer pressed into the ground

Now a whole season rose up where one heel had been down

I fell to the dirt, tasted grit with the words that I knew

The barley brushed over my back as their long shadows moved

At harvest the sickle stayed silver; my palms blistered red

Sheaf after sheaf made a wall by the low threshing shed

Barley, and barely a breath; I beat husks from the grain

My girl brought the baskets; each handle had darkened with rain

The priest took the first; I was glad when the bowl gave a chime

A god laid one finger beside it. It rang a second time

That night the thin note followed our cart through the dark

My daughter held the seed jar; it knocked like a second heart

The note from the shrine crept under our door

The seed jar beneath her cot knocked on the floor

I laid my palm on its lid till the tremor went still

She looked past the yard to the unploughed hill

Sack after sack, our stacks shrank; the ox nosed bare boards

The thin note kept coming through the shrine's open doors

The priest spread wet clay, marked the sheaf we had brought

A gold nail marked the seed jar, then the ridge of our plot

The line crossed our furrows and stopped where my daughter stood

The bronze bowl cast a round shadow over her foot

She shifted her weight; that dark circle slid over the wood

I stepped in its path with my shoulder and stayed where I could

She stitched seed in the seam of her sleeve with a thorn

The thread pulled a ridge where the old cuff was worn

I caught one loose grain as it slipped, held it under my thumb

Her cuff fell back straight; the bowl went on with its hum

At dusk I brought up the seed jar, now empty and light

Its shadow looked full where it stood in the shrine's firelight

I set it before them. The bowl woke the bell in the shrine

I started a prayer, drew its first word out long as a line

I rolled their long names till my mouth tasted lime

Behind that drawn hymn, her light steps kept time

A stone on the path clicked; I swallowed the sound

The bowl held its note while she crossed the last mound

At dawn her torn cuff came back heavy with clay

I knelt as the thunder crossed over the land

Then pressed down the last ridge with the heel of my hand

Слушайте песню Old Gods - Four Rain Dawgs, InzimeN онлайн с альбома Old Gods в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:30. Год выхода - 2026

Old Gods

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