MT 4. Leaving the River

Dragon Dogs

Packed and upon us
they thinned our ranks.
We flailed about with dead limbs
dry sticks. We threw stones
dung and clods of dust
dried with blood of our children.
Their stink
all that was
left the sun
couldn’t burn away.



Leaving the river

Food from unfamiliar

Accident, the lack
of many skills

A subtle shift
in time

Left us

near a garden




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