First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Página 292

from a dry cupboard
Words which subtly tell water to walk to the face
And bring salt along
Words which prophesy
A vision came, it said you’ll be great
It demands a sacrifice
Ears to fall off a hen,
Teeth to be plucked off a lion while he sleeps in his den
You have to rise, after midnight, immediately after the body’s first stir
Long before the cock’s first crow
Madume ran, as fast as his feet could take him
Greed nurtured his dreams
Now the gods will make him scream
And they are not to be blamed
You have been warned to watch your words
To make gentleness your watchword
Words which brew war
Before the sword was forged,
Words were born
Words lit fires and proceeded to leave harmony in ashes
Words that dare a tongue to analyze memory
Words which give up a cupboard’s skeletons
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