The pigeon on flight
the sun of silver necks
the sun on golden necks
No one suspected
She would be the chosen
of the goddess
No one thought
the streaming moon
would suckle the earth
It was the blind boy
who flew the pigeon
and stuck in its beak a blade of grass
putting his eyes in the light of hers
he was groping for his lost ...
O dear me!
On this stone god
the mother poured a pitcherful of water
Offered betel nut, flowers, sandal paste
the stones emitted vomit, spit and cough
and a host of fleas
You only emit
and leave around shit
O my blind god,
prove it
prove it that the boy too was stone
burnt out coal
that he was a flea. [PA]