Demeter concealed the hunger

of the place I was conceived

and I grew up with

          my foremost concern: 

          the conflagrating sun

          and the lonely hours of everlasting

freedom onto which

I attached my youthful  

azure aspirations

          hard to endure the peace

          in my heart

          difficult to

maintain my composure

before the gluttony of the archons

         rebellious spirit that I was

         since my infancy

         unchained melody

when Demeter murmured

of executions ordered

horrible decapitations in churches,

         and plazas filled by beggars

         with their hungry arms extending

when the blood of my kin

was bought by the insatiable

foreign condors dropping

down to the decrepit

the silver dollars of deceit