Saturday, July 16, 2016

The Hunters (after Brueghel)

They are anonymous
Until they are not 
Sloping downward
Toward the unguarded village
The quiet village
With skaters on ice
The anonymous faceless men
Until their faces known
Sloping downward with a pack
Of obedient dogs
While crows inhabit the trees
Take possession of land, of a roof,
Or swoop down toward the quiet village
And the oblivious skaters on ice

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