Arose from the overcrowded buildings. As though his subject had decided to remain a prayer. Perhaps this valley too leads into the head of long-ago days. It placed a chair in the meadow and then went far away. People come to visit in summer, they do not think about the head.
Soldiers come down to see the head.
The stick hides from them. The stick tries to hide in the noise. The leaves, happy, drift over the dusty meadow. A ghastly change has come over it. The ears fall off - they are laughing people.