It was a time
when people thought –
awake or sleeping.
It was dancing time
from morn to night.
Full of fresh scents
and moon – viewing.
And there were
no more strangers.
Then we wandered
into a tortured grove.
And life scars
crossed the brim.
Mountain streams
then raging torrents.
We fought as well
as we could.
All the way to the
ready-made shallow graves.
Until the clouds
turned into rain.
And deep in the wood,
a fox howled to heaven.
Tasting the blood.