Welcome Home

Weave, oh road, towards home
Like a thread under feet
Of my horse below me
Through the prairie
I am back, yearn to see
Extending fields of gold-coloured
Ears of rye and wheat
Countryfolk and log houses
My hut and my sister…
But smoke… There’s smoke…
There sky is black and air’s pervaded
Because the puffs of smoke
I spur my sorrel horse
And we ride, we rush, we run, we hurl
To the village on

Oh wind in my hair, of my eyes
Lift the mist, brush the smoke
Over my home, up my hut, off my heart
But ashes await…

Welcome home
To the burning ruins
And I step to the ash
And I walk through corridors of woods
Turned here to ash, the blackest ash

Charks of, of cindered houses
Grin round me as coal beast
And as I drift through smouldering embers
The brute lies down to leap on me
To spring on me, to bound on me

Here I stand at the doors of my hut
Blaze revels therein, consumes the tree
No body lies within
But on the ground, in few yards
A wisp of cloth tore from scarlet cloak
Vermillion robe

I ride the wind straight to the town
Whilst the sun pours out it’s blood
I know what I will see, what I will find
At the square lit by fire