Transfiguration

  The drums, they pound,

The spirit quakes

The people dance with pagan gait

  Once in night, now

The sun doth rise

And shed a light beyond the eyes!

  The sun, the sun!

Its essence did man discover

It burned their food and the mind’s cover

  Of ignorance, so to see

All that could be done

With the power of the sun!

  Glorious discovery!

Amazing new sight!

The forest taken for their delight

  The growth, the growth

A new forest grows

More orderly than before

  Dig down! Deep down!

Strange rocks, much harder than the rest

No matter, fire will put them to the test

  Pounding! Pounding!

The trees, like drumsticks, beat

The Earth that was once treat

  As one with the trees

Now barren, like the head

Of a buzzard eating the dead

   Deeper! Dig deeper!

The Earth hid so much!

There must be more for such

   Demanding people.

She yielded her blood

A holder of fire! black gold

   The drums, they pound.

Not a breath is heard

Not a soul is stirred

  And the drums pound on into the night...