east by southeast, the compass points,
bands of refugees forward heading,
no leader, no followers, just all moving
in the same directions, leaving behind
that which is no longer useful and
that which is no longer needed...
into warmers lands from whence they
come, shedding clothes as their
journey unfolds in front of them...
rape and plunder they do, males and
females alike are not excused as the
process hardens their feeling and
severs their nerves... only the few
animals they bring along are saved,
night opens up the day, close by the
sun who now hides behind the vast
horizon somewhat behind them...
a new land is foretold - once there
a new ownership begins as all they
can see is theirs and their families,
the gods have bid them farewell and
the gods will welcome them home,
it is told around campfires under a
full moon when all is well - no one
can dispute their promised claim.
October 10, 2024
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