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