The Death In Me

I felt the pounding of the yam Deep,deep down in my bones. I know the pistil is doing me harm When my body creaks in hushed tones. I've seen the fire start Watched the embers glowing I taste the burn in my heart As my pain continues growing I hear the pepper grinding And it turns my mind to mush I see the red so blinding Staining my soul in a rush I cry when the onions are sliced And when the rice husks are blown I shouldn't have been enticed But I was-and now I'm alone I brought the fire,I gave the wood I took their life and now, nothing stood I made the knife that stabs me so I caused the pain and it promises not to go It was me the Earth I am my own death