JOTOTE – The Blue Elder

On a blood – red earth he stands alone,
feathered and fearless, flesh and bone.
A teal – blue face worn like a mask of time,
ancient eyes that have witnessed every crime.
White hair falls like snow on sacred ground,
an eye at his chest – the all – seeing, profound.
A necklace of days, a robe of war and prayer,
black ravens circle, dark wings cut the air.
Around him float the relics of his reign –
totems and feathers, a fish, a blade, a chain.
Golden swords stand sentinel on the left,
a world of symbols, nothing lost, nothing bereft.
A small skull watches from the corner’s shade,
a white flower blooms where darkness never fades.
An infinity loops where his feet meet the flame –
life, death, rebirth – all part of the same.
And branded on his robe for all to see –
JOTOTE – I am. I was. I’ll always be.
Woven in crimson, standing proud and tall,
the Blue Elder who was here before us all.

Object number

092.09.099