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As the orange sun dives below the horizon The bushman long back from daily hunt and rested Now tells the clan the legend of the ancient noon: 'The earth', he says, 'was not mostly flooded The earth, indeed, was once densely wooded The earth was a beauty, sublime and quiet Till man became god and the earth his diet. Man built great caves from rocks, sand and water He became a great bird and flew the clouds Became a fish and roamed every ocean His whispers could go anywhere all times. Man became a long snake that spat out soot That ate vast forests and plucked hills from root Then air became strangled with smoke and died And soil became poison and flowers dried. In anger man turned a ball of fire Consumed himself and unlocked the oceans This island was once the highest mount top The ancient ruins lie beneath these waters.' His tale, though old, still has its cold venom As all lament over man's lost kingdom.