Trembling stones, yearning wildlife, parched deserts,
Here, their brains melt into masses of mash,
Every pebble, every chrysanthemum, every seedling
Screams for my aid. But I can’t alone.
St Peter’s songs sing in my head,
Mandarinfish swirl in my brain,
And the sky is molten lava which swirls in the air.
The people need to protect themselves,
before their home is dust.
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