At last, the pursuers and the pursued
got into this green cool shadows
I was just an eye on a tree with no eyelids to close
the pursued trembled and begged, inside
the tightening circle of burning eyes
and let out a sickening cry.
Hammer was the first to break the circle
the skull cracked and the leaves trembled.
then it was the sickle’s turn. it hissed in an arch
the blood shreiked and roused the crows
invisible in the damp shadows
then all of a sudden in a quickening drill
the machete, the club, the bottle
and a farmer's hoe trambled on the fallen,
while the hammer waited.
A bloody pendulam
marking time. till....
I was a naked eye on the tree
with no eyelids to close. slcw