minoan princess

don't deny me this

my just soul,

strike the perpetrators and accuse them of the crimes

that do deaden

our ire.

many the coats, many the coats

the multicolored lineaments of time

strike like a Cobra

to ward off this coming pollution.

Pray heaven and pray earth,

do not soften your blows.

Spread your hands and arms wide to the Close-Lidded Sea

and pray that your dead priestess

wreak such vengeance upon men

that ooze hubris and profanity.

Pray heaven and earth

and may all your offspring go to the Elysian fields

and be given the glory of heroes.

How sick they are?

How sick they are?

Throw them on the mountains

and let the air kill them.

Strike them with a sickness

frozen like songs

into the forest, into the night.

Princess, if you do me knot this honor...

surely all nature will become barren once again.