Prayer
When therefore great Father Saint and our driver, us your reasons knowers will
be saved? The world is changing I feel it in the water, I taste it in the air on the
moisture of the ground, shades in the clearing of midday, whispers of horrible
voices echoing against the Stone. Drums crying and us inside the mine drinking
the sulphur, the knife in the scabbard has spoken also two flowers bent on the
step of a trespasser. The black dog raised itself to us in the night, knowing that
came the hour the last, it is time to give the blood and the sweat and the white
tooth. Brother will cut brother in blow body with body looking at the blood as it
rolls slowly from the rock' s head. The wheels of fortune turns. Crowned and
cleaned with light the suntanned breasts and the hands, dark bodies wild
embraced with glances sincere and comfort on there walk laughing. Our chariot
driver, father, God Unknown! Unwrite what its written to be done on this land of
Heroes, gently I grasp they and hand you flakes of winter.
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