Like the sick ox who strays from the herd,
I shall feed a brave lion.

'Neath the savannah sun
the beings of the earth
shall make a home
of my excavated cavities.

In time I will rain back down
and fill my tiny drop in the sea.

Little fishes will swim in me.

O mammalian sisters and brothers,
hermaphrodites and all the others,
as you will, take part of me.

Was it mine to give, this energy?

One cannot call a purpose wasted if,
in eventuality...

Upon me, all life shall feed.