I saw you in the organized stars,
leave out the sun, moon and Earth.
I saw your chapel and your altar.
Sung your song in my birth.
Felt your whisper, heard your voice.
Prepared my for combat, for battle.
Heard the desert, heard the noise.
Heard my hiss and my rattle.
My cold belly disturbs the sand
whit scales instead of skin.
Forked tongue tastes this land
and the noises of the snake within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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