The warriors do not know what this war is about, or who is whose enemy. They do not comprehend the clamour that rushes on this dumb village like a bellowing sea. The weapons they wear strain their nerves. And,suddenly,their blood is on fire, feathers almost fly off their flesh, and each cell of the body overflows with hatred. The war is only a moment away, and,when it arrives, to kill to be killed will be all the same.
Evening descends on a sky smeared with blood.
It's all over in a moment. Darkness erases all the day's colours,the day's blood. A day ends. Carrying a handful of meat that has lost its voice the crowd returns. The village is once again enclosed by silence breathing like an abandoned child.