under the Temple of BAAL
I slide –,
I the 600th of
the blue worms –
I eat my way
ahead through the copper mountain,
whereon the Temple of BAAL
is placed –
we brothers and sisters,
we the 600 blue worms,
we hate
BAAL
and detest his
Temple –
but we eat his
mountain
with our 600 blue
mouths –,
wherefrom BAAL’s
victim smoke and
scream –
we eat
copper – |
our tunnels are
the central plant of fear
under the Temple of BAAL –
the mountain is
three thousand copper years
large –
we breed, spawn and
are born
with wide-open
lips to eat
copper
without love
just so that we
can become more
blue copper haters
BAAL-detesters –
nobody has seen us –
we know nothing –
it is our
belief, that we are blue –
we 600 worms
are similar
are similar
are
the same,
the faceless son of the god of longing,
if I have only one
one white hair on
my brow’s
blue –
but soon, while
we 600 and I
slide ahead |
through the detestable temple-calm
of the mountain
eating
copper,
is ours my
only white
hair on my brow worn
away,
and I am the
600th
o cheer
o happiness
o paradisiacal
blessedness,
the 600th of the
BAAL-hating blue
spawning spawning
o glory
eating eating
o glory
mass –