azucar

a rod parts waters, evil from good
flight of prophets to heavens by chariot
man's word crack and halve a mountain

how dry and rotten an age this modernity
sugar in soft bones
feminine fear in sodom's sons
uprooted minds bicker with small winds

come cold cleanse, bring shivers
conjure devils in us again that we might know god in us
shake us asunder and awaken fiery prophets!