I.
Fire on the east
Houses melt like wax
Jackals circle

II.
Storms to the north
Cleanse the forgotten heart
Ravens sit in judgement

III.
Drought on the west
Astmatic air gasps
Vultures study philosophy

IV.
And in the secret north
The blinded king speaks false
The castle door is hollow

V.
We draw our maps
on torn paper sacks
and forget mother dust

17March06