Spurned by the salt of the
Earth’s fallow and barren skin,
Find fertile ground in me.
Burst from the blue.
Fireflies and harpies
Beat their wings anew.
The wine from man’s fountains
Imparts courage to implore:
“Gods, step down from your mountains.
Fish, rise up from the shore.”
Flood the borders between all regions.
No blood spills blue torn from its vein.
All dissolves into the grain.
Incite the erosion of sleeping giants
So their slumber may forever last:
Their lies a fading remembrance of science
Seeds of revolution
Sprout forests of stone.
Build me my palace,
Mortared with sweat from your brow.
The crops reaped by my vassals
Feed only my malice.
My hearth burns with golden boughs.
May the earth bear my legacy.
As Nature knows no caste.
The winds sow forests of weeds
On graves of tyrants past.