And what is the function for which they fashioned me? What implement am I?
I am not the spade nor the bag nor the scales. But I am the fire and the sword!
I have no place among you but now I shall make myself one,
And I present myself before you
Like the Bear who puts his paw in the hive and takes the honey and honeycomb.
I shall beat upon the drum and the sound shall be heard in the four corners of the earth, and I shall reunite all that is male about me.
Woman, your son is no longer your son! I shall take the peasant from his plough, I shall take the man from his trade, and I shall bid the bridegroom rise from the bed of his bride, and I shall divide the flesh from the flesh!
And I shall bear him with me
Into the heart of the hurricane, into war.
That is why, O King,