Let Your Black Tears Flow

Weep black tears

for the fallen hero,

for the uninhabited mountain from which he fell.

Weep, for he lies at the foot of the mountain

wizened to a dwarf with his spine curved

like the willow.

Weep, and pull the sword

from his bleached heart.

Let your black tears flow

till the sword corrodes with rust

and the soaring Eagle sky-writes PEACE

with the ashes of the war-stallion.