City reek of red liquor
screams of fear suppressed by
sounds of hot steel and
fists taking turns to inflict horror upon flesh.
17souls sent on endless wander
7bodies hospitalized with less escape from the open womb of hungry earth .
Axemen feeling High
bagers becoming owl on daylight
Egede the birds whisper
Dodorima! Dodorima!, the wind flutter,
Sons of men dancing surugede.
If your mother's hut be little for your play
and the evil forest we gift you,
will you hunt on ghost?
can you make spirits pay?
Who mimics the gods and tell the tale?
Who starves the oracle and escapes the locusts visit?