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.