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Nations conspire, people plot,
Lackeys and leaders take counsel;
Place fact against truth
To burst the cord that binds the will.

He who sees it all must laugh
For wrath meets wrath
And more than wrath, but fury:
A mount that speaks in fire.

I'll serve you a wedge of his marvellous ire:
"Today, my son," he said to me,
"Ask me for the nations on a platter
"Shattered to shards with a single song!"

Rulers be wise, be warned, be ruled.
Serve with fear who bore you near;
Not long your longing ends as mine,
Kissing worms below the foot that made you.

Your mother's womb was opened quick:
As quick the world-as-womb will close.
Quick: be open and enclose
The world that made the world to open.


© Dan Goorevitch, 1998