writing prompt: the last line as the first line in a poem about ‘baptism’

at FeverheadSpread love from the dead
they are never non-time.

Dripping down baby’s head
or grown now in river’s bed.

The Earth
– chill of water from
mother, son
same.

I’ll give you name
and drip god on your eyes.

(written during ‘the other open mic’ workshop with su and grey at Feverhead)

photo by me on agistri island, greece