The
Earth was bearing in her womb
Concealed
in rock and clods,
Like
starlight made into matter,
The
eternal tears of gods.
Man
found and shaped them to his taste
And
in their sparkeling eyes,
He
saw the riches of this world
And
touched eternity.
So
for the fortune traded he
His
feeble heart and soul.
Made
others toil on their soil
For
naught but poverty.
May
the gods shed tears endlessly,
Uncountable
and like grains of sand.
In
their poor reflection he'll see
His
own finality.