is full of snakes.
Does not follow the straight path.
Staggers in the dark like a drunk man
remembering the mole behind his mother’s ear.
I heard the Chama lying in her bed
singing about our Lord come walking up the water
come leaping from stone to stone like a young ram
white horns curling by his ears.
Come freeing all rivers damned to electricity
come healing all broken arms of water
with his horns with his horns!