once pristine . magnificat . myth . 18

“I am small, of no account.  Plumb,
Fierce Wind may not, my errands plain.”
Wise Mounts nodded and understood,
“Great, though small, gallop like a steed!

“Bring these words to Sea: In Mounts’ stead,
be a gorge of flint as Mounts stud
the ground with molten tides.  From ocean
to shore, from shore to ridge, let ashen

funnels direct his course.  Kreeaeshun
Our Hope, will champion our thoughts; Pashun
Our Shield, will govern our strength.  Fail
not to bethink him who once fell.”