- Who killed the
lightning?
- Stand up, confess!
- What jumped-up worm,
what impious cockroach,
- Snuffed out that
vibrant audacity?
-
- With long white
wands of fire,
- It once jagged across
the sky,
- Tearing clouds,
- Jousting with thunder,
- Exulting in moisture
and celestial commotion.
-
- But now,
- Like a dull strip of
metal,
- It lies prostrate and
lifeless.
- It cannot crackle
- Or even sparkle
- Or spell a simple word
like ash.
-
- So tell me now,
- Who did it?
- Who struck the
lightning down?
- Obstinacy will be of
no avail.
- I shall remain here
- (for eternity if
necessary)
- Until someone owns up.
