ANGER OF THE GODS

The sun shall

Scotch the ant

Like burning rock,

 

Like the corn

Pumpkin shall dry

In search of rain.

 

Sacrificial water

Shall turn to blood

And total gloom

Shall fall upon the land.

 

The widower shall

Mourn the widow

The son the widower

By anger of the Gods.

 

Then shall you

Then repent for good?

 

See the green snake

Rise up from the grass

To look me in the face

And vanish out of sight

I am what I am

 

 

DUMISA