See the sun gone red toward evening now
As though it covered itself in a shroud of crimson,
Stripping the edges of dead north and south,
Putting a violet pall on the west wind.
And earth- left in her nakedness below-
Seeks shelter in the shadow of night, and rests;
And then the skies go silent black as though
Covered in sackcloth for Yequthiel's d**h.