DO YOU SEE HOW THE YOUNG COCONUT ROTTED?
DO YOU SEE WHY WE CAN'T MEET HALFWAY?
LET US SALVAGE WHAT'S LEFT FROM THE JUICES
(THE DREGS FROM THE JUICEBOX)
IN MY HEART I AM MONGOOSE AND SNAKE
NOW IT'S JUST ME (AND MY MEDIATOR)
WE SPIT IN HANDS AS WE SHAKE
BOTH OF US FACING THE DIRECTION OF AKKO
AS THE MONGOOSE DEVOURS THE SNAKE
HIGH OVERHEAD THERE'S A TREE BED THAT HAS BEEN FORGOTTEN
DOWN ON THE GROUND WE ARE WAITING FOR THE WIND TO START
HAPPILY GATHERING THE FOOD THAT WE'VE BEEN ALLOTTED
FEASTING ON MONGEESE WE PRAY FOR THE SNAKES TO DEPART