has abandoned it with his spear in his hand
left the looking to the trees
which send their young saplings creeping up
through the razed area like lithe spears
each sharp-tipped with green
the shifts are changed
the empty wall climbed again
and the child who was young
when it was built is young no more
she stands with the wind bending
her long hair around her
watching the forest grow
how the watch stretches on
from the dusk into the dawn
and still she stands there
waiting for the shadows to waver
to bend and blur in their surrender
to release her man
with her eyes she plans to steal him
back from the wilderness
the sentry stands strong
her hand to her spear
waiting for the next dawn
for her warrior to appear
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