Prophet

I brace myself
Turn my face to flashes of lightning
Rave and wait until
The waves leave me
Chained to a rock
On an unknown coast

Book

Open the Book of Time
With trembling fingers and read
This is your life, pegged to time
With the short hair. Like a woman
It wants to disclose
Each and every secret
To you

God

God wanted
To be clear to the world:
Mankind is pre-ordained to wander
In dark, depressing alleys
For ever.

Lute

It happened
That one of them gave
This lute and taught me to sing
With a cracked voice