Old Man Rio
Old Man Rio, why such tears of sorrow?
Sorrow? What do you know of sorrow?
I have drunk from the inner ovens of your sun
and played on the feathery tendrils of midnight lightning
My song echoes distant among ghostly hypergiants
of the celestia
I twirl The Great Flat Earth on a single digit
while my warm breath spins a hurricane over the high seas
So I say again: What do you know of sorrow?
The tears I weep created the great Pacific pool
in which I swim and dive and feast
Silver rivulets fall from my countenance and seed
the heavenly rivers and streams of the north and south
These tears of what you call sorrow run blood red
among the craggy masses of land so enriched with my iron
No, my young earthling, mine tears know no sorrow
Only the dreams and fantasies and promises of your tomorrow