My Friend from The City by Nélida Béjar

My friend, did you not call me? Why have I wakened?
Did you not touch me? Why am I startled?
Did a god not pass by? Why is my flesh frozen numb?

It was a ..., its visage distorted,
its mouth was fire, its breath was death.

It threw me down
it held me by my feet
the brightness grew more intense
from beneath the mountain he pulled me out
he gave me water to drink and my heart grew calm.

My friend, did you not call me? Why have I wakened?
Did you not touch me? Why am I startled?
Did a god not pass by? Why is my flesh frozen numb?

It was a ..., its visage distorted,
its mouth was fire, its breath was death.

The day grew still,
there was a flash of lightning, fire broke out.
the flames flared out, death rained down
and the flashes of fire went out,
where it had fallen turned into cinders.

I saw a Thunderbird in the sky
up it rose like a cloud, soaring above us.

It was a ..., its visage distorted,
its mouth was fire, its breath was death.

• Experimental
• Munich