There is the question of the garden, the snake,

the question of fire;

the question of gold,

and the sundial's scything shadow;

the question of water

that would not change to wine;

the question of the witch,

of the hammer and the stake;

the question of sermons,

the burning of the sea;

the question of arrows,

and the rows of wheat unharvested,

the songs of marching columns,

of bullets in the sun;

the question of thine enemies

who lived to wither endlessly;

the question of homages,

of ashes in the urn;

the question of love

as the cold planet perished.