Who threw water on the wick?
Who can
restless and trapped
to survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.
Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to bring you an oak tree branch
from Dodona
and a darkness full of lightning
all the way from the palace of Atropos.
So that you stay up all night
and knead
a bright sunshine for tomorrow.
"Good morning wind-vane"
to say when morning comes
"where do the winds blow from today?"
And like a white horse
to gallop against the wind
