Source of all we hope or dread

Sheepdog, JACKAL, rattler, swan

We hunt your face and long to trust

That your hid mouth will say again let there be light

A clear new day



But when we thirst in this dry night

We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children

And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam

Our ears are balked by stiffled moans

And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men

Clawing at the gates for bread



Even our own feeble hands 

Aim to seize the crown you wear

And work our private HAVOC through

The known and unknown lands of space



Absolute in flame beyond us

Seed and source of Dark and Day

Maker whom we beg to be

Our mother father comrade mate



Til our few atoms blow to dust

Or form again in wiser lives

Or find your face and hear our name

In your calm voice the end of night

If dark may end

Wellspring goal of Dark and Day



Be here

Be now