The sun has set on the soles of the elephant,
Only has it set.
I have lived in torments of day
And the world only say
"Papa needs to go"
For his words cut through the evil forest
Papa just died!
He died with truth on his right
Like the robber.
The sun that set will rise
and the prints of truth will stare,
Gorging eyes at noon.
The faeces of squirrel smells on
The sun rises...
And all now say-
Papa didn't die after all.