The Mutwar thinned the herd
And made us purer. I feel my blood
Rejuvenated as the filth is gone.
My heart, however, feels the toll;
I feel it twerse for having had
So many friends now dead.
Ralloco ground them into
Fertilizer; Scessi sleeps
Beneath the pumpkin patch.
I still hear her screams at night;
She was a bliede, drenching the
Landscape in her blood; tearing me
Apart, perhaps a little more than her,
As I caress my Unsul; that void where
Life and love had lived with laughter.
But now will pine and mourn
For what I’ve done and can’t undo.