Soon Poem by Pius Didier

It's seven minutes to dawn,
Soon the sun will heat the cold,
Shine the horizon before setting,
And the birds will be happy.

Ouch! Ouch! Good heaven!
To cry is to push... let her be.
soon the baby will be born,
Her name will be Magdalene.

Behold... thus says the Lord,
That the two shall be one,
Soon the girl will be wedding,
And forever she'll be worried,

A few minutes past six,
The Sagittarius will darken,
Soon the girl will be no more,
We'll weep all night long.