Ye shall not see my strikers; ye shall hear them and guess; By night, before the moon-rise, I will send for my cess, And the wolf shall be your herdsman By a landmark removed, For the Karela, the bitter Karela, Shall seed where ye loved!
I will reap your fields before you at the hands of a host; Ye shall glean behind my reapers for the bread that is lost; And the deer shall be your oxen By a headland untilled, For the Karela, the bitter Karela, Shall leaf where ye build!
I have untied against you the club-footed vines, I have sent in the Jungle to swamp out your lines The trees—the trees are on you! The house-beams shall fall, And the Karela, the bitter Karela, Shall cover you all!
THE UNDERTAKERS
When ye say to Tabaqui, "My Brother!" when ye call the Hyena to meat, Ye may cry the Full Truce with Jacala—the Belly that runs on four feet. —Jungle Law.
THE UNDERTAKERS
