Huge, the tree Makonaima made that night; every kind of fruit it bore.
Evil, the son who chopped it down.
Great, the gush of water that issued from that stump.
Immeasurable, the work of Makonaima to gather up the animals, to place them high in the trees and deep into caves.
High and low, the places he gave to the saved when that land dried.
Sacrifices, they made to Markonaima, creator and saviour, when they needed aid.
And so regards Kaieteur Falls, they do say…
Chief Kai, when his tribe were by the Caribs threatened
In a canoe, did sacrifice himself to its roaring waters.
105 words, written for What Pegman Saw: Guyana, South America