what his Mother told Him –

You there, plumpfaced and logical, why

do you Whine -- ay misero de mi -- in

your Cave? We

are here for you, we will

show you light and a Kingdom where

you will be Prince!

Wretched slave hauling water to the fire, timeless

instances of Structured Unions; world

upon World merging

in this Our supplication for you

to come to Our hearth and unburden Yourself -- We

will hold your hands

and revive your broken Spirit here where

coals grow seething in the brush, our

ventured Hopes now

nourished

with Hurt; We are the arco iris, rainbow

submitted

to the Sky for your

approval, wild child gone wandering

in untamed fields --