With a rock heavy upon his head
"All will be ash.
Even the birds will not sing."
The silver anklets have turned
People are lost in the desert
the sun is hidden behind the dark clouds.
The mountains will sink into the oceans,
hay will become steel,
water will reach the rim of the well.
My mind is mercury .
doesn't even listen.
Again it jumps out of the window
to race about
in the sky.