Ghosts, Phantoms, Memories –

It all began on a tripwire here accumulating

trust – Our horses neigh in the Wind

keeping time with their surging hooves – We

have Chosen to be Silent here, under

a dark sky harkening back to a time when

we would Surrender easily and with Calm – Who

are you there

undermining your Vision with blood not baked

but burned

in great Carapaces above Our heads

divining a Time

when We could laugh with Impunity?