when did the god come down from the mountain?
we used to hear him there
raging at the briars
when did the goddess come up out of the sea?
we used to hear her there
singing like a washerwoman
among her sponges
who was the man who pressed his god between pages,
quiet as a copse
even the bees have fled?
in a rage for silence, this god pins down the hands
of the mountain-god who played javelin with thunder
presses his hands on the mouth of the sea goddes so fiercely
she breaks into foam
the god of silence shelters orphans
but he slew their fathers first
and stamped their yams:
how quickly he moves!
such a god never danced.
he cuts their cowrie anklets
as he cuts the cord
like a wind that dries the jungles
is the word of the lord
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