DIRGE
 
Sun,
The Moon
Lost sons
Ravaging monsoons
Uncharted ships
The wide wide room
No narrow road here
No sticks and stones
No,
We left them home
Just sad songs
Long long staring swords
Minced sad words
Grinding chattering
Falling men on horseback
Screaming women and bloodstains
Fearful doom dawns
Deathbed
Old men and women now swoon
Moved by the dance of death