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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