The Great Dressler

the spectre rose in pain 
a shadow brown , obscure and vast 
like a statue of lead 
bent by its fall from the high Totem 
the dolorous shadow rose 

its cry pierced the skies 
and drove the birds from heaven 
like rats into hell 
the mountain devoured the sun 
swilled down its golden rays 

born deep in the Baltic wild 
white as an angel this enormous child 
twas its soul which bore us fright 
Brown , as if beraeved of light