Man will change
like chameleon
clothed in envy
Amid the evergreen leaves
objectives are concealed

Man will change
Like Vancouver doffing orange sun
and Gaspésie dressed in white,
pallid like them southern cotton fields;
they are honest measures of changes

Man will change
like a day donning darkness
after sunbeams are swallowed up in mystery
His shrewdness will hide former faces
He will breathe in open secrets

Man will change,
and tread like Cain
when his brother’s blood cried
from the soil
their ancestors’ sweat grew cassava and pomegranate

After thirty pieces were pocketed,
did he not translated
to one sorry for his plight more than his deeds?
Man will change
into the dragon he is fond of

Man will change
like a woman removing layers
in the closet of her chamber
after a winter’s night clothed her in warmth
Man will change everything but underwear;
his road lies under his skin