He gives his life, To whom he pounced on, The enemies village, Surrounded by bushes, By a stream, Hefted with a spear, He came out, Like a spectacle, The whole village, Was having a feast, The lookouts tried, To capture him alive, But he was not alive, He was a spirit, Perfectly made of illusions, Like leaves crackling, Smoke were his remains, Dressed with granite, Spinning a potter’s wheel, The opposite direction, Making his own sacred altar, People being killed, Slowly he passes, Slowly he perishes, The site is incomprehensible, Nearby a tropical jungle, City life on, The opposite side, No … Continue reading Passes and Perishes