Emptied chasms open lay
As she tips before the silent gray,
Shrieking bloodless in dismay
The deaths of millions in her wake.
Guiless whore!
She spreading lay in darkest lover’s
Stinking shame.
Curse to mothers; gasping lovers,
Kin to angered and inane.
Frothy fields of dewy rain
Kiss upon her screaming rage,
Coolness soothing searing pain,
Upon this Woman comes
Famine’s feast and healing plagues.
Awaken!
Upon Us comes this day.