without trust we are prairie jackals

nature  no longer proper

rooting  for advantage

in the spirit of progress

leaving no empty space

Into the heart of a doomed land the stern warrior leapt

Carrying your unambiguous command like a sharp sword

He stood and filled the universe with death

Immediately dreams and gruesome visions overwhelmed them

With terror

Unexpected fears assailed them

Hurled down,

Some here some there, half dead

They proclaimed why it was they were dying

once a visitor

it never leaves but

rots the whole

mutinous stutter