dried oceans raged and tangled
with shadows of ravaged houses, wild
rivers leaving their banks gushed through
meadows soaked with clouds, through pastures
dying God was terrified
was laid up exhausted by wind and uncertainty
in which of the world’s waters the spirit
will flame or disappear, hissing like steel
for which worm will blossom
a bride will open, the plum of innocence will swell
the olive tree will blossom, the lilac
the dahlia will pierce the dragon and locusts will fly
with them the conversation will be short
the language of voracious shadows