Heron’s Sin (pt.3)

Not Heron, nor the hundred men beside

Took notice of the missing enemies,

For each had swore an oath to there reside

And bear the burden of their chief’s unease.

So, sweeping in abreast with expertise

Their blades to drag against the grain of heads,

To hack in pieces, ceaseless to appease

Their doubled edges, thirsts to quench. Unwed

Their minds with knowledge of their households’ coming dread.


A thousand pouring in, like water, sank

Into the valley, sweeping reach of flow,

A dam to hold back wrath of gouging flanks

Had burst in tears by volume’s crushing throe,

And every place submerged now by its woe.

But village tents and houses creaked and whipped,

Dismantling intruders’ forward row

Like water filling basin, settling stiff–

To quiet emptiness of ghostly soundless drift


For Ibis, Heron’s wife, no fool or goon,

The women and the children safe from pain

And safe from earthly peril. Men would soon

Discover, rotten, all in village slain.

Too soon, they did, and, sickly, grumbled, “Vain!

Tell, who has beaten us and stolen bread,

Upon the hungry table, glory’s gain

Denied, the mold for tired boots to tread–

For how can we avenge ourselves upon the dead?”


Perhaps the humans, never culture learned,

And never thinking thoughts more than their own,

For terrifying laughing spit and burned

On every side, the origin unknown

But boding worst. The tribe for sure had moaned

And paid their debts prior in blood in full.

Yet surely they had left alive this crone,

An antiquated idiot or fool

With height of lunacy instilled as unseen ghoul!


With nothing there to gain, the thousand men

Turned swift at orders, “Back to recompense,

And take a double share of glory’s win.”

Begrudgingly, the fighting men filed hence

By rank and row. The laughing ever tense

To clang against the scowls and frowns bewitched,

To unseat men from reason with the wince

Obtained at cresting of the sharpest pitch–

When some decided they must slay this bloody witch!


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