the black god rises
in the swell of ocean waves
looks for his golden target
reaches out
caresses
verdant grasses
curls back his tongue
hunting
the black god rises
in the swell of ocean waves
looks for his golden target
reaches out
caresses
verdant grasses
curls back his tongue
hunting
crossing bridge
winter branches
floating mist
wipers
rhythm
drum
above the knoll
of weapons
pale full moon
strangled gently