She stands there looking, Grass growing in fields at her feet. But I Cannot answer.
Sermons have no meaning here Where fences cleave the world in two.
A man emerges from the rear, Dressed in black Hat beard and stern Grumbled words She must obey. He stands there looking, No riddles in the forbidding darkness of his stare, And I must leave. Neath an open sky. The spirits of the past Remain Entombed there Forever. They will not rise again.