...the oracles lay down their meat
in lonely lonely prophecies
...we sit to dine with dull regrets
and watch the fires come to us
and pray with silent prayers for rain
while blowing smoke and air on dust.
And all the seas expand a league.
The polar ice caps melt and fall
into that dread deep of the seas.
The driest fires keep our fears
...dry hot wind and memories
which make the skull bones ache with pain!
Oh darkening clouds! Our blasphemies
beg storms to cleanse the meaning
of it all...