An Ode to Cannabis

You flowed through the lungs of ancient mourners,

helping them guide their loved ones to the beyond.

Your smoke wafted to the stars,

as hellenists danced for their beloved gods,

exhaling your essence in worship & praise.

Pressed in mortar and pestle,

you would became oil to anoint the most holy of brows.

Woven into fibers,

you clothed the backs of our ancestors

and became paper to tell their verbose stories.

As colonies rose,

you grew with them,

some of the earliest crops of great nations.

You've eased the bellies of our elders,

in times of cholera and chaos.

You were rolled and tucked behind ears,

at protests for peace,

then passed around and smoked in solidarity.

You dance through bodies,

relieving their pain & panic,

breathing new life in to broken souls.

Your history is as complex as you are,

not merely a plant but a revolution.