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January 3, 2012

We came on long legs

By moonlight.

I remember the feel

Of the ground,

The growth dense

And lush beneath our

Feet.

I remember passing

Unharmed, untouched,

As if given passage by

The gods by great silent

Beings that stood shoulder

To shoulder as far as

One could could see.

 

We came into their cities

And took their lives:

Billions of them

In a single night.

 

And we left.

We were never

Told why.

 

There are nights

I think of that distant place

And the feel of the soft

Lush growth beneath my feet.

The cool air on my face.