It was amongst the trees
they fell,
heads shorn err the
vultures fed,
crushed beneath chariot wheels
in sleepy copses shocked to waver
by the screams of the falling
and the harbinger churns of the
guardian spirits coursing at the
God's bequest.
Once they were conquered,
once they conquered,
but now all are equal
beneath the passing gaze
of throngs who meander
their silent tapestry of stone.
