you've shaken spray from sea molded man from mud and by sacred spell cast a name fates now weave and giants groan; another fire-wielder awaits anointing what smoke he'll draw what forests foil will he drag plow beneath the moon or shake stick at our heavens? shall we chant his name manic in the round arms and alms raised, eyes a'gape to the firey-handed one shuffling down Sinai face shone with fresh sun? here grows a tender shoot here barrels the idol-breaker father's pride and bane brother's bother and mother's pain might he starve good in jealous color or plant seed in sinful sea command a parting or twist our tides —subjects all we'll be