The Gnome
1989
He grinned up at me
Revealing crooked yellow teeth
As he slung his sack over a diminutive shoulder.
"Spirit of the Trees," he said,
"Look not to your own interests."
He chuckled as he waddled away
Carrying my fruits upon his back.
Shall not God avenge His own elect who cry out day and night to Him, though He bears long with them?
I tell you, He will avenge them swiftly.
I tell you, He will avenge them swiftly.
— Luke 18:7-8