To The Rockies

Not in an agony, nay, not in wrath
Wert the breast of Earth burst ope-
But in exultance, yea, in pride;
Yea, in acknowledgement of His power!
Upon such an altar is offered up
Rare incense, veiled mists, sweet-steeped
With earthy scents, veiling the throats of the
High-priestesses whose heads lift skyward.
Potent breasts, pressed heavenward!-
Yea, the Virgin Earth, uncovered!