I am born again, again, and then again and you know me
Under many a name. Re-tell my birth if you please. Rescue me
From the peoples of sand who cloak female faces
And lie with every word. How long you think
I can stand coming out of the tree? My stupid mother
Impaled herself upon her own blood and condemned me
To the world of paramours. Fetch me a lamp so I can see
Your face, my fate, touch only what I care to touch.
Fifty daughters thrown into the sea is clearly
Missing the point. Read carefully and stray not:
He who returns from the longest war
Over a single apple finds himself
Stabbed in his whoring sleep. Seven years,
Only seven small years for his murderer
To rejoice and bathe in power. So much blood,
So little consequence.
From ancient lands I bring red seeds of plenty. Fight
For me and you will suffer
No barren days and see your fruit grow
Strong and spread across all lands like a new religion.
Boil some wheat, sprinkle with sugar, crush some almonds,
Let the smoke honour who came before you.