Ad Interim. Jaargang 5

[p. 210]

Ultio deorum

Within world of my hearth this stormy night
I see the last of battles waged. It seems
As though great dreamers, banished gods and kings
Are come to earth again and in their white-
Hot wrath against this stark world bled of dreams
Have drawn their burning swords - legion of flames
To deal, onto their souls', the body's death
To them who through dry lips called those high names
And passionate deeds of yore the imaginings
Of fools who deified the winds that blow -
- To the horde, counting gain with its last breath
As in gust upon gust they take their wild
Belated vengeance - till, in the last glow
Among the ashes I can see no more
Forms or life than the image of a child,
And a bowed singer on a lonely shore.

H. Schuurbeque Boeye