Ballad Singer

I see the story unfold -

waves, a cauldron, death.

Blood on snow.

Cold stone.

The dead, say the mourning songs,

quench the fierce thirst of the dead.

Fire blurring.

Slow wings.

Silence -

I open my eyes on a sword, a door.

(d'après l'essai de Beverley Farmer
The Bone House, Giramondo Publishing
Artarmon, Australie, 2005)

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