The Village

 The Village
by me(whatever)
to spontaneous me
related to the poems: The Dollmaker and The Town Doll's Midsummer Song

The birds weep in the morning,
the sun overlies the town.
The grass is fresh with dew,
dripping slowly down.

Butterflies at their windows,
fluttering among the posies.
The smoke smothers the sky
floating in the warm summer breeze.

The fathers discard the wood,
the mothers withhold their young.
A shangri-la hidden within the trees,
where a curse speaks in devil's-tongue.

The river waters run clear,
reflecting shards of blue.
The living rather the dead,
another soul has flew.

The dance has left the grounds,
a sacrifice for the everlasting sun.
vessels in chains,
where soon there will be none. 

marionettes speaking to the pass-away,
deciding which will go.
The village shimmers in fortune,
since the calamity centuries ago.