darzentapa, the hero
we have been singing of him
from time immemorial

from where he comes,
out of the blue zero?
we can't imagine

our daughter, sister
sandepa's would-be wife
seduced by his false valour

eight young men dead
on the orange-mountains

orange-anecdotes die,
tea-gardens look for flight of green parrots

flight of drunken stairs...

let us pray for our sick words,
threatened,
words of our own, our only spiritual being...